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ON HIS LOSING HIS COMMISSION

Long had thy virtues mark'd thee out for fame
Far far superiour to a Cornet's name:
The gen'rous Walpole saw, and griev'd to find
So mean-a post disgrace that noble mind:
The servile standard from thy freeborn hand
He took, and bad thee lead the patriot band.
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