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SONNET.

[Tho' manly ardour in thy bosom glows]

Tho' manly ardour in thy bosom glows
While Freedom's banners wave on Gallia's plain,
While Freedom's clarion sounds th' inspiring strain,
And millions, starting from a base repose,
Sweep from their sickening land the oppressive woes
Of slavery's gloomy desolating reign,
And fiercely bursting from the despot's chain
Dash from the haughty throne their tyrant foes;
Amidst the tempest's howl and wild uproar
Ere yet the shatter'd nation sinks to rest,
Cast a fond look on Britain's peaceful shore
Nor chace her blessings from thy kindling breast.
Here soft affection spreads her grateful store,
And friendship calls thee where no storms molest.