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114 Thrice happy they, whose heavenly shield

Secures their soul from harms,

And fell Temptation on the field

Of all its power disarms!

Boston, May 7th, 1773.

delicious to the taste,

On which an army once did feast,

Sent by a hand unseen;

A creature of the horned race,

Which Britain's royal standards grace,

A gem of vivid green;

A town of gaiety and sport,

Where beaux and beauteous nymphs resort,

And gallantry doth reign;

A Dardan hero famed of old

For youth and beauty, as we're told,

And by a monarch slain;

A peer of popular applause,

Who doth our violated laws

And grievances proclaim.

The initials show a vanquished town,

That adds fresh glory and renown

To old Britannia's fame.