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110 THE TIMES.
As our fathers have fought, and our grandfathers bled, And many a hero now sleeps with the dead ; Let us nobly defend, what they bravely maintained, Nor suffer our sons to be fetter'd and chain'd.
The lion, the wolf, and the tiger may prey, Each beast of the forest, though worse still than they, May be brought as examples, yet where can we find One so cruel, as sporting to kill their own kind.
Yet Briton's beware of the curse you maintain, Your sons and your offspring we all still remain; Behold the most savage, and there you may see, Their offspring more tenderly treated than we.
Though our foes may look on, and our friends may
admire, How a Bute or a North, should set nations on fire, Yet Satan, when suffer'd his madness to vent, In meanest of mansions sure pitches his tent.
Shall freedom, that blessing sent down from above, A manifest mark of God's wonderful love, Be left at his will, who delights to annoy, Whose pleasure is nought but to kill and destroy ?