The Rhode Island Republican

POETRY.

From the Newburyport Independent Whig.

MORE "DROPS OF COMFORT FOR THE
ESSEX JUNTO."

ODE: Tune, "Rule Britannia."

Again, great George, before thy throne
We prostrate fall, with humble hope,
That thou'lt once more thy vassals own,
And save their throttles from a halter-rope.
And we, thy servants, still will be,
The foes of heav'n-born Liberty.

Though to our shame it must be said,
That all our plans could not prevail;
Yet still we trust in thee, our head,
That future labours will not fail.
For we're determin'd still to be,
Th' inveterate foes of Liberty.

O! send us gold, a plenteous store,
That we thy interest may advance;
We'll sound thy name from shore to shore,
And curse the giant power of France.
And here we swear, that true to thee,
The foes of Freedom still we'll be.

'Tis true THE PEOPLE found us out,
And mark'd our dark and winding ways,
Though we try'd to make a rout,
And frighten them with "SILVER GREYS!"
Yet we're determin'd still to be,
The foes of Right and Liberty.

What though the "rabble" laugh to scorn,
The pow'r and greatness of thy name;—
What though our hopes be still forlorn,
Thy servants still will be the same.
And tho' the demos bow to thee,
We'll curse the name of Liberty.

Although, by democratick wits,
We're jeer'd and banter'd in the street,
We'll fondly hope that future kits,
Once more will raise us on our feet—
That we, as ever, still may be,
The foes of heav'n-born Liberty.

Till then, in every shape we'll strive,
(Nor shall our strivings be in vain)
To keep thy sinking Cause alive,
And on these "Rebels" bind thy chain.
In deed and truth we then will be,
The steady foes of Liberty.