Thy

In one thing chiefly—for thy pure abodes

And thy undesecrated household Gods,

Thou most religious, and for this most free,

Of all the nations. Oh! look out and see

The injuries which she, who in the name

Of liberty thy fellowship would claim,

Has done to virtue and to liberty;

Whose philtres have corrupted everywhere

The living springs men drink of, all save thine.

Oh! then of her and of her love beware!

Better again eight hundred years of strife,

Than give her leave to sap and undermine

The deep foundations of thy moral life.

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SONNET.

You say we love not freedom, honoured friend;

You

Yea, doubtless, we can lend to scheme like yours

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