National Gazette

"At every pore fair Gallia bleeds,
Surrounded by her fiercest foes;
His well-train'd bands proud Frederick leads,
And thousands march where Danube flows;
While modern Britons condescend,
To tyrants vile, their aid to lend.
Sardinia's prince, and Russia's queen,
Spain and Batavia fam'd of old,
Such numbers boast as ne'er were seen;
Nor can their wealth or force be told.
With too much cause hath Gallia mourn'd
Th'effects of vile despotic sway;
But tyrants Britain oft hath scorn'd,
And smiling bask'd in freedom's ray.
Great ALFRED, Albion's firmest friend,
Who cherish'd freedom's sacred flame,
The rights of man did well defend.
And left a never-dying name.
Altho' when conquering William came,
In secret free-born Britons pin'd,
At Runnymede reviv'd the flame
That gladden'd every generous mind.
Most nobly firm, her HAMPDEN fought
His country's dearest rights to save;
Her Commons long for freedom fought—
While thousands found a soldier's grave.
But ah! what valiant deeds have gain'd
By vile corruption's arts is lost!
The sons those rights have not maintain'd
Which were their gallant fathers' boast.
But Tyrants, sure, too late will find
Fair Liberty above controul:
Her charms will soon engage mankind,
And gain support from pole to pole,
Tho' Britons still should condescend
To Despots vile—their aid to lend."

[Virginia Chronicle.]