To England A SEQUEL TO THE FOREGOING. Thy duteous loving children fear for thee In one thing chiefly--for thy pure abodes And thy undesecrated household Gods, Thou most religious, and for this most free, Of all the nations. Oh! look out and see The injuries which she, who in the name Of liberty thy fellowship would claim, Has done to virtue and to liberty; Whose philtres have corrupted everywhere The living springs men drink of, all save thine. Oh! then of her and of her love beware! Better again eight hundred years of strife, Than give her leave to sap and undermine The deep foundations of thy moral life. |
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