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Weak and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to day,
Vice seems already slain ;
And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part;
Through all his art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies," His conscience owns it true.
And dangers little known,
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.
THE MODERN PATRIOT.
Rebellion is my theme all day ;
I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may ?)
A little nearer home.
Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
On t'other side th’ Atlantic,
That man shall be my toast,
The choicest flow'rs she bears,
Your house about your ears.
V. : Such civil broils are my delight,
Though some folks can't endure them,
Such strings for all who need 'em-
Then farewell British freedom.
On observing some names of little note recorded in
the Biographia Britannica.
Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use,