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And, feasting on an onion and a crust, rom abastë
We never feel the alacrity and joy,
With which he shouts and carols Vive te Roy,
Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee,

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Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, ansed
Less on exterior things than most suppose,
Vigilant over all that he has made, 20

Kind Providence attends with gracious aidenom 2H Bids equity throughout his works prevail, auoitoi? And weighs the nations in an even scale amiga eiH He can encourage Slav'ry to a smile,d flow abisuð And fill with discontent a British islę, mob997i bak

A. Freeman and slave then, if the case be such,s12 Stand on a level; and you prove too muchniado sdr If all men indiscriminately shared ads vads to His fost ring power, and tutelary care, folden sɗT As well be yok'd by Despotism's handyour, moişilÅ As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd landeniu. A

B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.ug T The mind attains beneath her happy reign

The growth, that Nature meant she should attain gl The varied fields of science, ever new, 1 5008 novo.l Op'ning and wider op'ning on her view, solo a ti She ventures onward with a prosp'rous force, 906 While no base fear impedes her in her courte 1 brλ

Religion, richest favour of the skies,^

Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes ;
No shades of superstition blot the day,
Liberty chases all that gloom away;
The soul emancipated, unoppress'd,

Free to prove all things and hold fast the best,
Learns much; and to a thousand list'ning minds
Communicates with joy the good she finds :
Courage in arms, and ever prompt to show
His manly forehead to the fiercest foe;
Glorious in war, but for the sake of peace,
His spirits rising as his toils increase,

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And Freedom claims him for her first-born son. DĽA
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The chain that binds them, and a tyrant's sway ord
But they, that fight for freedom, undertake
The noblest cause mankind can have at stake
Religion, virtue, truth, whate'er we call -
A blessing freedom is the pledge of all.
O Liberty! the pris'ner's pleasing dream,
The poet's muse, his passion, and his theme
Genius is thine, and thou art Fancy's nursegumu s
Lost without thee th' ennobling pow'rs of verse
Heroic song from thy free touch acquires Ass7 9fl
It's clearest tone, the rapture it inspires : quia qo
Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air, ade
And I will sing, if Liberty be there;et sead on si

And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet,

In Afric's torrid clime, or India's fiercest heat.

A. Sing where you please; in such a cause I grant An English poet's privilege to rant;

But is not Freedom-at least is not ours

Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs,
Grow freakish, and, o'erleaping ev'ry mound,
Spread anarchy and terrour all around?

B. Agreed. But would you sell or slay your horse
For bounding and curvetting in his course?
Or if, when ridden with a careless rein,
He break away, and seek the distant plain?
No. His high mettle, under good control,
Gives him Olympic speed, and shoots him to the goal.
Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts;
Let magistrates alert perform their parts,
Not skulk or put on a prudential mask,
As if their duty were a desp'rate task;
Let active Laws apply the needful curb,
To guard the Peace, that Riot would disturb ;
And Liberty, preserv'd from wild excess,
Shall raise no feuds for armies to suppress.
When Tumult lately burst his prison door,
And set plebeian thousands in a roar;
When he usurp'd Authority's just place,
And dar'd to look his master in the face;
When the rude rabble's watchword was destroy,

And blazing London seem'd a second Troy;

Liberty blush'd, and hung her drooping head,
Beheld their progress with the deepest dread;
Blush'd, that effects like these she should produce,
Worse than the deeds of galley-slaves broke loose.
She loses in such storms her very name,

And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame.
Incomparable gem! thy worth untold;
Cheap tho' blood-bought, and thrown away when sold;
May no foes ravish thee, and no false friend
Betray thee, while professing to defend !
Prize it, ye ministers; ye monarchs, spare;
Ye patriots, guard it with a miser's care.

A. Patriots, alas! the few that have been found,
Where most they flourish, upon English ground,
The country's need have scantily supplied,
And the last left the scene, when Chatham died.

B. Not so the virtue still adorns our age,
Though the chief actor died upon the stage.
In him Demosthenes was heard again;
Liberty taught him her Athenian strain;
She cloth'd him with authority and awe,
Spoke from his lips, and in his looks gave law.
His speech, his form, his action, full of grace,
And all his country beaming in his face,
He stood, as some inimitable hand

Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand,
No sycophant or slave, that dar'd oppose
Her sacred cause, but trembled when he rose

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Subserviency his praise, and that alone. rojs¡V bmA
Poor England! thou art a devoted deerA
Beset with ev'ry ill but that of fearai liuor19-a'tI
The nations hunt; all mark thee for a preyed oH
They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay,
Undaunted still, though wearied and perplex'd, di
Once Chatham sav'd thee; but who saves thee next?
Alas! the tide of pleasure sweeps along a 8.1) buA
All, that should be the boast of British song. HEW
"Tis not the wreath, that once adorn'd thy brow, I
The prize of happier times, will serve thee now, al
Our ancestry, a gallant, christian race,
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Patterns of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace, t A nox 101
Confess'd a God; they kneel'd before they fought,TMTM
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Now from the dust of ancient days bring forth A TI
Their sober zeal, integrity, and worth; 962 sauti
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