The Newport Gazette

To the PRINTER:

If not otherwise engaged, give this the Post's Corner.

Of all the gifts by God to man bestow'd
Imperial justice claims the over-all rule
In taking of it, such sad deform'd appears,
Quantity and courage from complexion grow
a True joint does radiate every virtue,
They in the blood, it's source is in the Soul.
Fair Freedom next the balm of all our woe,
Luxuriant with justice, ever fond to dwell,
Confined to no state; or great or small,
She hits fix'd her seat in the golden mean,
Those, in the maze of wild ambition mourn,
Where, e'er and anon, full Lust, full care-make
Nay, 'mongst the great, what son those ills
escape,
Are slaves to crew'd, and formal decency,
The poor are only school'd in slavery's ways
Of Baal's delusion, fann'd by Faction's breath.
Pride, in all his mystic shapes, alas! is short,
A colossus in clay cub'd with dust.
Seems innocence, and looks so meek as well.
Tears, like the arch fiend Scap'd the burning
lake,
I once mask'd sounding all distinction,
Perdious is the most sacred leagues dissolves,
Banishing sweet Concord th' afflicted
world
Olympian height, bursts the loud to-
reat,
Murm'ring in a clogg'd hoar'able bell
It roars, it foams, restless in its course.
Sweeping whole forests to the nether sea,
Where gaping waves a frightful sun disclose
Shores fix to fix all, I'm Pluto's cave r
pears,
And forked lightning's th from pole to
pole