A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 the two hundredth anniversary of the incorporation of the town |
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 | A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 |  |
If such in our free land and age there be,
No friend of truth and liberty is he:
He comes an age too late: let him go back,
Dwell with the monks, and ply the stake and rack.
No friend of truth and liberty is he:
He comes an age too late: let him go back,
Dwell with the monks, and ply the stake and rack.
| A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 | |