From Africa :

We pressed to greet him at Southampton Pier,1
Not vouching all his deeds and words compact2
Of wisdom ; nor that all his censors lacked3
Judgment and conscience ; but to honour in Frere4
One who feared God and knew no other fear ;5
Who, deaf to Party, dared in every act6
To face the truth, and wrestle with stern Fact7
For England’s weal,—ignoring wrath and jeer8
From Faction’s bondsmen, dull to comprehend9
The Free, and chapmen in philanthropy10
Spiced high with slander.
Be it enough for me11
If dear ones, where my dust with dust shall blend,12
Write o’er it : eleeison kyrie.13
Whate’er his faults, sir bartle called him friend.14