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OUR WOMEN. 297
While partial prejudice is quite disarm'd, And e'en pale envy with encomiums charm'd, Freedom no more shall droop her languid head, Nor dream supine on sloth's lethargic bed.
No more sit weeping o'er the veteran band, Those virtuous, brave protectors of her land; Who, nobly daring, stem despotic sway, And live the patriot wonders of the day.
For lo ! these sons her glorious work renew, Cheer'd by such gifts, and smiles, and pray'rs from
you! More precious treasure in the soldier's eye Than all the wealth Potosi's mines supply.
And now ye sister angels of each state, Their honest bosoms glow with joy elate, Their gallant hearts with gratitude expand And trebly feel the bounties of your hand.
And wing'd for you their benedictions rise, Warm from the soul and grateful to the skies ! Nor theirs alone th' historian patriots fir'd, Shall bless the generous virtue you've inspir'd.