Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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PATRIOTISM.
Truth's Martyrs ne'er by Tyranny are crush'd,They have a thousand Lives; tho' baffled Hate
Scatter their Ashes, 'tis but to create
From every Particle of hallowed Dust
A Spark of Truth, that dies not out, but must
Or soon or late blaze up; few Years may date
Their bright Career, or Guilt anticipate:
'Tis but to make them of all Time, a Trust
And Pledge to Worlds betray'd: the Light
That burns within them is of Heaven's best,
And may not be extinguished, tho' the Might
Of Hell be leagued its Lightnings to arrest;
It passes harmless o'er truetempered Sight,
Scathing the Tyrant on his Throne, 'till Earth have Rest!
Henceforth, a spiritual Presence o'er
The Earth they watch—a thousand Forms they take,
Live in a thousand Hearts, not as before
In one: 'till multiplying more and more,
The Universal Heart in each awake
And each in it, for Parts the Whole still make!
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Before, for Mankind's Heart grows what theirs was;
Thus in their single Breast the Hearts of all they bore!
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