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Valentine Verses

or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold
 
 

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THE CIRCUS.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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THE CIRCUS.

Stirs there not spirit in the breast of man,
To rouse him into action to excel?
The ancient Circus, such a notion can
At once, undoubtedly its virtue tell;
We need not retrograde to Grecian plan,
The modern Britons have the charm as well!
O let but Virtue be the true and noble aim,
Our native land is Circus, suited for the game!
Spectators plenty round our Country bide,
All eyes on England bend the glance of thought;
Contending parties here and there divide,
And come in contact when together brought.
Stand firm, ye brave! for Wisdom will decide,
How oft experience is dearly bought;
Stand firmly now! Let honor, love, and credit stand.
Fear not, ye foremost, fear not! Love your native land.

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The Coliseum moulders into dust,
A stately fabric, raised by human skill,
And so will England, when a want of trust,
A want of confidence betrays ill will;
Be wise, ye senators, be wise and just,
Good government, the structure strengthens still.
The Circus, God preserve it, 'neath our Royal Guelph,
Has faithful combatants,—those who can conquer self.