Poems on Affairs of State | ||
On S*****l.
Illustrious Steed, who should the Zodiack grace,To thee the Lion and the Bull give place:
Blest be the Dam that fed thee, blest the Earth,
Which first receiv'd thee, and first gave thee Birth.
Did wrong'd Hibernia to revenge her Slain
Produce thee, or else murder'd Fenwick's Strain,
Or barbarously massacred Glencoes Clan?
Whence e'er thou art, be thou for ever blest,
And spend the Remnant of thy Days in rest;
No servile Use thy Noble Limbs profane,
No Weight thy Back, no Curb thy Mouth restrain;
No more be thou, no more Mankind a Slave,
But both enjoy that Liberty you gave.
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