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To SILENCE, alias UNANIMITY.
Thou then art come to Albion's sea-girt short,
The swart Egyptian bow'd the knee !
Whose lip-laid finger motions quietness ;
But with the dungeon key, And lifting in thine hand the iron rod, To Albion thou art come, Silence! tremendous God,
Demon of sullen brow,
No child of Isis thou;
When on the shuddering maid
His grasp the Tyrant laid, All
agony she felt his brute embrace.
And when the tedious term was gone
many a groan, When thou wert born, the offspring of disgrace,
She cast a loathing look upon
Is there a voice that dares profane
But what on earth endures for ever?
Not the holy pile of Laws
Rais'd to be the world's applause !
Where never voice of friendship could intrude
Did Sampson let his crafty foes
He felt, he woke, he rose;
Who then could save The fierce Philistines from their waken'd slave?
A Hunting party once there met
So mix'd a group was never seen before :
I'll say on the Musquito shore.
The dinner o'er, the wines abound,
And many a merry tale was told:
On ancient metaphysics rollid.
A learned traveller took the lead,
With maxims most heroic ;
And never yet was felt by Stoic.
And added, I am ready, since
An hour in yonder swamp to lie;
Both those that crawl, and those that fly,
Each one was anxious when he heard
And ’mongst them all it made a bustle : And now a rump and dozen is the bet Which he must forfeit to this merry set
Should he but speak or move a muscle.