Poems (Frances Elizabeth Browne)/On the letter O
ON THE LETTER O.
In gods and in demons 't will ever be found,
Wicked men it will shun, but in good men abound,
Yet on woman attends, as vibration on sound.
On the surface of ocean its presence you see,
And 't is always contained in an old hollow tree.
In hot and cold countries 't is destined to dwell,
On mountains, in forests, the anchorite's cell.
It never inhabits the halls of the great,
But a cottage prefers to grandeur or state.
With the Pope it however has always remained,
And in Rome has for centuries past been detained;
In the Catholic's claims it has openly stood,
Though in justice it aims at the general good;
It ever has proved the support of the crown,
In the Hanover line has been always passed down;
Our famed London without it would nameless become,
And its loss would be nearly as fatal to Rome.
Wicked men it will shun, but in good men abound,
Yet on woman attends, as vibration on sound.
On the surface of ocean its presence you see,
And 't is always contained in an old hollow tree.
In hot and cold countries 't is destined to dwell,
On mountains, in forests, the anchorite's cell.
It never inhabits the halls of the great,
But a cottage prefers to grandeur or state.
With the Pope it however has always remained,
And in Rome has for centuries past been detained;
In the Catholic's claims it has openly stood,
Though in justice it aims at the general good;
It ever has proved the support of the crown,
In the Hanover line has been always passed down;
Our famed London without it would nameless become,
And its loss would be nearly as fatal to Rome.