Poem by James Maxwell

3. 1st Answer to the Foregoing. By------ HAMILTON

Thus wretches rail, whom sordid gain
Has dragg’d in faction’s gilded chain.
But can a mind which fame inspires,
Where genius lights her brightest fires -----
Can  —, disdaining truth and law,
Faction’s envenom’d dagger draw? 
And skulking with a villain’s aim,
Thus basely stab his Monarch’s fame? 
Yes — Â — ; ’tis o’er; thy race is run; 
And shades receive thy setting sun. 
With pain thy wayward fate I see, 
And mourn the lot that’s doom’d to thee. 
These few rash lines shall damn thy name, 
And blast thy hopes of future fame.

*See "On Stirling" (Robert Burns)

1. 8. An Epitaph on L— Poems. By another Hand
2. 6. On L-----------------’s Poems. Another A-----sh-----e Bard
3. 7. To L-----------’s Subscribers
4. 9. Postscript; by Way of Application
5. 4. 2d Answer. By another Hand

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