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 Of Faith and quiet Hope, and all that soothes And all that lifts the spirit! Stand we forth; Render them back upon th' insulted ocean, And let them toss as idly on it's waves, As the vile sea-weeds, which some mountain blast Swept from our shores! And O! may we return Not with a drunken triumph, but with fear, Repenting of the wrongs, with which we stung So fierce a foe to frenzy! I have told, O Britons! O my brethren! I have told Most bitter truth, but without bitterness. Nor deem my zeal or factious or mistim'd; For never can true courage dwell with them, Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look At their own vices. We have been too long Dupes of a deep delusion! Some, belike, Groaning with restless enmity, expect All change from change of constituted power: As if a government had been a robe, On which our vice and wretchedness were tagg'd Like fancy-points and fringes, with the robe