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Thy will's thy rule, thy good its end;
What parent nature gave :
Thy victim or thy slave,
Thus reason founds the just decree
Not private rights resign'd:
To hurt the gen’ral kind.
Thee justice guides, thee right maintains,
Thy injur'd weal impair.
Thy temper'd counsels share,
Each instance of thy vengeful rage,
Though malice swell the sum,
Or Sylla's hippodrome.
But thine has been imputed blame,
The rabble weak and loud ;
A more ignoble crowd.
Avails it thee, if one devours,
While both thy claim oppose?
Alike to thee were foes.
Far other shone fair Freedom's hand,
When Hampden fought for thee :
Of arts and industry.
On thee yet foams the preacher's rage,
A false apostate train :
Thy thousands strew the plain.
These had no charms to please the sense,
To win the Muse's throng:
And Nature mourns his wrong.
Thy foes, a frontless band, invade;
And yield up half the right.
On man's too feeble sight.
Hence are the motley systems framd,
Distinctions weak and vain.
Her pow’rs and rights remain.
While law the royal agent moves,
We bow through him to yoii.
Alike in one, or few!
Shall then the wretch, whose dastard heart Shrinks at a tyrant's nobler part,
And only dares betray ; With reptile wiles, alas! prevail, Where force, and rage, and priest-craft fail,
To pilfer pow'r away?
O! shall the bought, and buying tribe,
A people's claims enjoy?
Of wretches they destroy.
“ Avert it, Heav'n! you love the brave, “ You hate the treach'rous, willing slave,
« The self-devoted head. “ Nor shall an hireling's voice convey “ That sacred prize to lawless sway,
“ For which a nation bled."
Vain pray’r, the coward's weak resource!
Propitious Heaven bestows.
Before their weaker foes.
In names there dwell no magic charms,
Unloos'd our fathers' band :
To save a sinking land?
Far, far from us such ills shall be,
One monarch truly great:
Whose strength a prosp'rous State.