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Rh Even in this low world of care

Freedom ne'er shall want an heir;

Millions breathe but to inherit

Her for ever bounding spirit—

When once more her hosts assemble,

Tyrants shall believe and tremble—

Smile they at this idle threat?

Crimson tears will follow yet.

[First published, Morning Chronicle, March 15, 1816.]

STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

1.

be none of Beauty's daughters

With a magic like thee;

And like music on the waters

Is thy sweet voice to me:

When, as if its sound were causing

The charmed Ocean's pausing,

The waves lie still and gleaming,

And the lulled winds seem dreaming: