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These times touch money'd Worldlings with dismay:
Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air
While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray,
And minds not stinted or untill'd are given,
Sound, healthy Children of the God of Heaven,
Are cheerful as the rising Sun in May.
What do we gather hence but firmer faith
Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath;
That virtue and the faculties within
Are vital, and that riches are akin
To fear, to change, to cowardice, and death!
England! the time is come when thou shouldst wean Thy heart from its emasculating food;
The truth should now be better understood;
Old things have been unsettled; we have seen
Fair seed-time, better harvest might have been
But for thy trespasses; and, at this day,
If for Greece, Egypt, India, Africa,
Aught good were destined, Thou wouldst step between.
But worse, more ignorant in love and hate,
Therefore the wise pray for thee, though the freight
Qh grief! that Earth's best hopes rest all with Thee!
When, looking on the present face of things,
So that almost a doubt within me springs
I measure back the steps which I have trod,
Of such poor Instruments, with thoughts sublime
TO THE MEN OF KENT.
Vanguard of Liberty, ye Men of Kent,
Ye Children of a Soil that doth advance
They from their Fields can see the countenance
Six thousand Veterans practis'd in War's game,
Oh! for a single hour of that Dundee
Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Like conquest would the Men of England see;
And her Foes find a like inglorious Grave.