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And the Check of Prerogative.

One step beyond the bound'ry of the laws.
Fires him at once in freedom's glorious cause,
Thus proud prerogative, not much rever'd,

Is seldom felt, though sometimes seen and heard;
And in his cage, like parrot fine and gay,
Is kept, to strut,, look big, and talk away.
Born in a climate softer far than our's,
Not form'd like us with such Herculean pow'rs,
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away:
He drinks his simple bev'rage with a gust;
And, feasting on an onion and a crust.
We never feel th' alacrity and joy

With which he shouts and carols,, Vive le Roy,
Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee,
As if he heard his king to say--Slave, be free.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows,,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.

Freedom has Charms unknown to Slaves.

Vigilant over all that he has made,
Kind Providence attends with gracious aid;
Bids equity throughout his works prevail,
And weighs the nations in an even scale;
He can encourage slav'ry to a smile,

And fill with discontent a British isle.

A. Freeman and slave, then, if the case be such, Stand on a level; and you prove too much :

If all men indiscriminately share

His fost'ring pow'r, and tutelary care,
As well be yok'd by despotism's hand,

As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land.

B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

The mind attains, beneath her happy reign,
The growth that nature meant she should attain;
The varied fields of science, ever new,

Op'ning and wider op'ning on her view,
She ventures onward with a prosp'rous force,
While no base fear impedes her in her course;

Religion congenial with Freedom.

Religion, richest favour of the skies,

Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes;
No shades of superstition blot the day,

Liberty chaces 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,
Guards well what arts and industry have won,
And freedom claims him for her first-born son
Slaves fight for what were better cast away—
The chain that binds them, and a tyrant's sway;
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,

Liberty the Parent of Genius and Nurse of Fancy.

Oh liberty! the pris'ner's pleasing dream,
The poet's muse, his passion and his theme:
Genius is thine, and thou art fancy's nurse;
Lost without thee th' ennobling pow'rs of verse;
Heroic song from thy free touch acquires
Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires;

Place me where winter breathes his keenest air,
And I will sing, if liberty be there;

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 our's

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

B. Agreed. But would you sell or slay your hors
For bounding and curvetting in his course;
Or if, when ridden with a careless rein,
He break away and seek the distant plain?

Liberty blushes at Riot and Disorder.

No. His high metal, under good controul,

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 prisow 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 watch-word 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.

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