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XXII. To E. DREWE, Esq.
Plumed with authority, tho malice stroveTo stop thy ardour in it's bold career,
Nor saw, well-pleased, it's rancorous efforts fail;
Yet Drewe! while fame her laurels spreads above
Thy candid brow, while honour drops a tear,
While sighs of sympathy from valour steal;
While nobly-conscious on the ensanguined ground
Memory reflects; while every honest wound
And e'en thy sovereign's words, a solace prove,
Detraction quell, and falsehood's arts confound:
Unblushing mingle with the peaceful train!
Love, friendship, flourish far from crimson strife,
The polish'd virtues, the best joys of life,
The harmonious muse, and sweetly flowing strain.
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