The Liberator

LITERARY.

From the Doylestown Intelligencer.

A NEW PROJECT FOR CELEBRATING THE ANNIVERSARY OF INDEPENDENCE.

July the Fourth, a glorious morn!
Who dare profane the patriot's day?
A noble empire then was born,
And Truth and Freedom claim the lay.

Shall Bacchanals, with bloated form,
Shout patriot names who brav'd the storm?
Ebriety too oft has stain'd
With feverish vanities the hour,
And passion tyrannous profan'd
The day that broke the wing of power;

If hearts require a jubilee,
Let temperance the watch-word be.
And should some virtue interpose,
To check such celebration rude:
Would men but combat inward foes,
And learn the art of doing good,-

A day so spent, so nobly free,
Would prove a real jubilee.
The sum now lavish'd in parade,
Carousing, may your peace annoy;
If to the Widow's bank 't were paid,
T would cause her heart to sing for joy

Your chorus join with cheerful voice,
I've made one grateful heart rejoice.
Some brother in affliction pines,
Of Afric's race perchance is he;
In misery's gloomiest shed repines,
The aggregate would many free;

Oh haste! the Christian joy prefer,
Be Liberty your Almoner.
Some neighbor by misfortune driven,
To languish on the world's wide lea,
O! be the Almoner of Heaven,
Release his babes from poverty;

The squander'd stores of this wild day,
Would make their hearts so blithe and gay!
But more! as candidates for Heaven,
Good stewards of His bounty be;
What God so lib'rally has given,
And you have shar'd that boon so free;

For this swell high the grateful lay
To Him then dedicate the day.

J.