Humanity, or the rights of nature, a poem in two books. By the author of sympathy [i.e. S. J. Pratt] |
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Where jealous freedom guides us to the town,
There, entering, arts and arms and trade we view,
For ev'ry Citizen's a soldier too;
There laws are form'd on patriot Wisdom's plan,
For ev'ry Citizen's an honest Man;
There mines no Tyrant, there no Courtiers flock,
All good is common, all is public stock,
For general happiness there all combine,
The one great aim, and all to aid it join.
Oh! sainted founder of this virtuous land,
Sublimely rais'd, I see thy statue stand,
Ev'n where the Virgin consecrates the place,
It fills with holy zeal thy generous race,
With free-born men thy Mount is cover'd o'er,
While lost Campania glooms a desert shore.
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