Ode For The St. George's Society At New York
FOR THE ST. GEORGE'S SOCIETY AT NEW YORK .
In early Time, e'er infant Law
From Wisdom's bed
Had rear'd her head,
The tyrant kept his slaves in awe.
Justice feebly pois'd the scale:
Wisdom only could prevail.
In vain the aged Matron weeps
O'er blushing Beauty's rifled charms;
Her eyes on Heaven in vain she keeps;
The fainting Virgin fills the Robber's arms,
Secure he riots o'er his helpless prey,
Mocks all her woes, and bears the prize away!
In early Time, e'er infant Law
From Wisdom's bed
Had rear'd her head,
The tyrant kept his slaves in awe.
Justice feebly pois'd the scale:
Wisdom only could prevail.
In vain the aged Matron weeps
O'er blushing Beauty's rifled charms;
Her eyes on Heaven in vain she keeps;
The fainting Virgin fills the Robber's arms,
Secure he riots o'er his helpless prey,
Mocks all her woes, and bears the prize away!
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