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“ Swift to the Congress with my freight “ I'll speed, and on their heads its weight
“ Souse with such skill and care ; “ That PutNAM, WASHINGTON beneath, "And gasping Lee, shall wish to breathe
“ A pint of PRIESTLEY's air.
“ The deed is done, thy foes are dead, “ No longer, ENGLAND, shalt thou dread
“ Such Presbyterian huffers: “ Thy candle's radiance ne'er shall fade, "With now and then a little aid
“ From PINCHBECK's patent snuffers.”
O FAIR-ONE, welcome to our scene,
Where FREEDOM waves her easy plumes; Where Plenty holds her golden reign,
And triumphs in a thousand blooms!
Young Health shall meet thy steps at morn,
And lead thee through the breezy glade ; While Nature's Minstrels, from the thorn,
Salute thy way from shade to shade.
And, hark! old TWEED's exulting voice!
“ Tho' HEALTH and FREEDOM bless'd the “ And Plenty bade the vales rejoice, [groves,
“One Charm was wanting still !---the Loves!
“ But lo! to grace my verdant side,
“At length the smiling Guests appear ; “ To bid my stream exalt its pride,
“ And RAPTURE rule the rolling year.”
Such is the song of grateful Tweed;
And should the scene thy stay incline, Our DRYAD BANDS, the rural reed,
With all our shades, and grots, are thine.
IN Britain's isle, and Arthur's days,
Liv’d Edwin of the Green ;
Though badly shap'd he'd been.
His mountain back mote well be said,
And lift itself above ;
This creature dar'd to love.