Thy will's thy rule, thy good its end;
You punish only to defend

What parent nature gave :
And he who dares her gifts invade,
By nature's oldest law is made

Thy victim or thy slave,

Thus reason founds the just decree
On universal liberty,

Not private rights resign'd:
Through various nature's wide extent,
No private beings e’er were meant

To hurt the gen’ral kind.

Thee justice guides, thee right maintains,
Th'oppressor's wrongs, the pilf'rer's gains,

Thy injur'd weal impair.
Thy warmest passions soon subside,
Nor partial envy, hate, nor pride,

Thy temper'd counsels share,

Each instance of thy vengeful rage,
Collected from each clime and age,

Though malice swell the sum,
Would seem a spotless scanty scroll,
Compar'd with Marius' bloody roll,

Or Sylla's hippodrome.

But thine has been imputed blame,
Th’unworthy few assume thy name,

The rabble weak and loud ;
Or those who on thy ruins feast,
The lord, the lawyer, and the priest ;

A more ignoble crowd.

Avails it thee, if one devours,
Or lesser spoilers share his pow'rs,

While both thy claim oppose?
Monsters who wore thy sully'd crown,
Tyrants who pull'd those monsters down,

Alike to thee were foes.

Far other shone fair Freedom's hand,
Far other was th’immortal stand,

When Hampden fought for thee :
They snatch'd from rapine's gripe thy spoils,
The fruits and prize of glorious toils,

Of arts and industry.

On thee yet foams the preacher's rage,
On thee fierce frowns th’ historian's page,

A false apostate train :
Tears stream adown the martyr's tomb;
Unpity’d in their harder doom,

Thy thousands strew the plain.

These had no charms to please the sense,
No graceful port, no eloquence,

To win the Muse's throng:
Unknown, unsung, unmark'd they lie;
But Caesar's fate o'ercasts the sky,

And Nature mourns his wrong.

Thy foes, a frontless band, invade;
Thy friends afford a timid aid,

And yield up half the right.
Ev’n Locke beams forth a mingled ray,
Afraid to pour the flood of day

On man's too feeble sight.

Hence are the motley systems framd,
Of right transferr’d, of power reclaim'd;

Distinctions weak and vain.
Wise nature mocks the wrangling herd;
For unreclaim'd, and untransferr’d,

Her pow’rs and rights remain.

While law the royal agent moves,
The instrument thy choice approves,

We bow through him to yoii.
But change, or cease th’inspiring choice,
The sov'reign sinks a private voice,

Alike in one, or few!
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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,
The slaves who take, and deal the bribe,

A people's claims enjoy?
So Indian murd'rers hope to gain
The pow'rs, and virtues of the slain,

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!
Directing reason, active force,

Propitious Heaven bestows.
But ne'er shall flame the thund'ring sky,
To aid the trembling herd that fly

Before their weaker foes.

In names there dwell no magic charms,
The British virtues, British arms

Unloos'd our fathers' band :
Say, Greece and Rome! if these should fail,
What names, what ancestors avail,

To save a sinking land?

Far, far from us such ills shall be,
Mankind shall boast one nation free,

One monarch truly great:
Whose title speaks a People's choice,
Whose sovereign will a People's voice,

Whose strength a prosp'rous State.