The darling object of the British state, A native prince, on whom we counted high, No fooner mounted on thy vacant feat, Than joy began to fmile in ev'ry eye. But, ah! how dark are heav'n's myfterious ways! The partial minion, fraught with fubtle wiles,. Alas! how blind to fortune,, and to fame, And ftrove the fceptre from his hand to wreft.. Yet fuch there is-ye heav'ns forgive the fight! He nods fupine o'er Tweeda's tainted fream." Ill-fated hour! when on thy guileless youth,. ! Can Can nothing roufe thee-nothing wake thy foul? And teach thee goodness equal to thy pow'r! Remember, Sire, or, if thou hast not read, Turn o'er the fad, but wife historic page; There was a people fold their prince's head, And there are villains born in ev'ry age. Oh then awake! the voice of truth attend! For all thy peace and safety center there. "Tis heav'n that fpeaks; and tho' thou art a King, And what a weight thy lab'ring foul will prefs! In time be wife; drive traitors from thy breaft; THE 'TWAS the wifh of thy heart to rivet the chain, That fefters poor man to the bone; 'Twas the wifh of thy heart to quicken the pain. That imbitters his bittereft groan. Thofe bleffings which reafon and freedom enjoy (For freedom and reafon are one) 'Twas the wish of thy heart to enfnare or deftroy; -That wish-thank refiftance-is gone. And now 'tis its wish to cajole and deceive, To weep and by weeping betray; But wing'd upon fire, the firft wifh of thy heart: The D of M is defired to remember Mr. Yorke..、 66 SENT BY GENERAL PAOLI." IN vain the Corficans to Chriftians fue; "LET Amherst fall!" Corruption said: Obedient to her call, Our statesmen, knowing in their trade,. He never bent before thy throne, Nor dragg'd thy golden yoke; Then let him fall!-and let thy fon, Thrice loud the Gallic cock did crow, And thrice Britannia figh'd; Blush'd while the vn gave the blow, And funk beneath the tide. Yet trembling for her darling land, With downcaft eyes fhe spoke her fear, And ne'er to future ages tell (Her Britain's fouleft stain) How Hgh rul'd, and Amherst fell, While B—s—k feem'd to r-n. Justice ftood by; fhe bent her bow, Refus'd Britannia's pray'r; Cry'd, "Hear th' irrevocable vow, "Tis by myfelf I swear! No times fhall wipe away their crimes The names in this true page Shall blacken through fucceeding times, And flink from age to age. |