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THE REPUBLICAN FESTIVAL:

In Compliment to Colonel Munroe, on his return to America, 1797.

AS late at a feast that she gave to MUNROE,
Her mark of attention to show,
Young liberty gave her libations to flow,
To honor where honor is due.
Return'd from the country that trampled on crowns
Where high in opinion he stood,
Dark malice attack'd him, with sneers, and with frowns,
But he met the applause of the good.
To the knight of the sceptre unwelcome he came
But freedom his merit confess'd—
He look'd at their malice, and saw it was fame,
And pity forgave them the rest.
Good humor, and pleasure, and friendship did join,
And reason the pleasure increased;
And the hero, who captured the British Burgoyne,
Presided and honor'd the feast.
On a broomstick from hell, with a quill in his hand,
Baal-Zephou came riding the air;

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He look'd, and he saw that among the whole band
Not a single apostate was there.
Disappointed, he sigh'd, but still hover'd about
Till the toasts, with a vengeance, began—
He met the first four; when the next they gave out
To his cavern he fled back again.
In liberty's temple, the petulant cur
Could see not a man but he hates;
With a curse on her cause, and a sneer, and a spur
He fled from the frown of a GATES.
[w. 1797]
1815
 

Public censure, arm'd with the spear of Ithurial: may it discover the demons of tyranny, wherever they lurk, and pursue them to their native obscurity.