ON THE RESULTS OF THE LAST FRENCH REVOLUTION.

How long shall weary nations toil in blood,

How

How often roll the still returning stone

Up the sharp painful height, ere they will own

That on the base of individual good,

Of virtue, manners, and pure homes endued

With household graces—that on this alone

Shall social freedom stand—where these are gone,

There is a nation doomed to servitude?

O suffering, toiling France, thy toil is vain!

The irreversible decree stands sure,

Where men are selfish, covetous of gain,

Heady and fierce, unholy and impure,

Their toil is lost, and fruitless all their pain;

They cannot build a work which shall endure.

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TO ENGLAND. A SEQUEL TO THE FOREGOING.

Thy duteous loving children fear for thee

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