The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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Ever awake at Nature's Cry,
And the sweet Voice of Liberty,
Stung with the Wrongs his native Land
Long suffer'd from the Spoiler's Hand,
Churchill with indignation rose,
The spreading Mischief to oppose.
Single against an Host of Men
He stood—and all his Arms—a Pen.
With Satire's bitterest Gall he drew,
And held them forth to public View;
Ripp'd ev'ry Corner of their Heart,
And prob'd it in its sorest Part;
And gave to infamy their Name,
Recorded on the Roll of Shame.
And the sweet Voice of Liberty,
Stung with the Wrongs his native Land
Long suffer'd from the Spoiler's Hand,
Churchill with indignation rose,
The spreading Mischief to oppose.
Single against an Host of Men
He stood—and all his Arms—a Pen.
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And held them forth to public View;
Ripp'd ev'ry Corner of their Heart,
And prob'd it in its sorest Part;
And gave to infamy their Name,
Recorded on the Roll of Shame.
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