Classic Poem

O! envied pow'r, the bleeding heart to heal,
And guard, with Godlike care, the gen'ral weal;
'Tis this that smoothes the unsocial pomp of state,
And proves th' ennobled mortal truly great.
Genius of B RITAIN ! fan the glowing fire,
To deeds like these th' exalted train inspire:
Thy jarring sons unite in Freedom's cause,
And let their ardent aim be thy applause;
Each factious daemon's poisonous art dispel,
And let thy potent pow'r dissolve the spell;
Upraise neglected Virtue's drooping head,
Recall the annals of the mighty dead;
Shew the brave noble probity of old,
The pride of honour, the contempt of gold;
Shew them that B RITONS were by Heav'n design'd
The brightest patterns of their erring kind;
Worthy the spot to Freedom giv'n and Thee,
" This little stone set in the silver sea. "