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Seans v'er its humble gate, & thinks the while
Oh that for me some home like this would mite
Some hamlet shade to yield my sickly form.
Health in the breeze & shelter in the storm.

Published as the Act directs, by Longman &C.Jan'11808.

There should my hand no stinted boon assign

To wretched hearts with sorrows such as mine!

That generous wish can soothe unpitied care,
And Hope half mingles with the poor man's prayer.

Hope! when I mourn, with sympathizing mind,

The wrongs of fate, the woes of human kind,

Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see

The boundless fields of rapture yet to be ;

I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy plan,
And learn the future by the past of man.

Come, bright Improvement! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore,

Trace every wave, and culture every shore.

On Erie's banks, where tigers steal along,

And the dread Indian chants a dismal song,
Where human fiends on midnight errands walk,
And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk;
There shall the flocks on thymy pasture stray,
And shepherds dance at Summer's op'ning day;
Each wand'ring genius of the lonely glen

Shall start to view the glittering haunts of men,
And silence watch, on woodland heights around,
The village curfew as it tolls profound.

In Lybian groves, where damned rites are done, That bathe the rocks in blood, and veil the sun, Truth shall arrest the murd'rous arm profane,

Wild Obi flies -the veil is rent in twain.

Where barb'rous hordes on Scythian mountains roam,

Truth, Mercy, Freedom, yet shall find a home;

Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pines,

From Guinea's coast to Sibir's dreary mines,

Truth shall pervade th' unfathom'd darkness there,

And light the dreadful features of despair.—

Hark! the stern captive spurns his heavy load,

And asks the image back that heaven bestowed!

Fierce in his eye the fire of valour burns,
And, as the slave departs, the man returns.

Oh! sacred Truth! thy triumph ceas'd a while, And Hope, thy sister, ceas'd with thee to smile, When leagu'd Oppression pour'd to Northern wars Her whisker'd pandoors and her fierce hussars, Way'd her dread standard to the breeze of morn,

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