The bountiful God of all nature

Hath planted in ev'ry degree

Of life, and in every creature,

An innate desire to be free.

Can man, the most favor'd of Heav'n,

Spurn Freedom, slight Heaven's best gift? And still keep what his Maker bath given

From those who are of it bereft ?

O WISDOM! Why hast thou forsaken
The councils of greatness and pow'r?

Thy absence hath terribly shaken

The key stone of liberty's tow'r.

But thou will return :-Heav'n send thee!
Thy presence will baffle the base;

The virtues that always attend thee,
With tyrrany's temple erase.

Fair Freedom! establish thy throne;

Let the unblushing sycophant see;

Through the regions of pow'r be it known,

That Britons resolve to be free.

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Then happiness, plenty, and peace,
Through thee in true lustre shall shine,
And Ambition dethron'd from her place,
Shall cry, 'What misfortune is mine.'

ON THE

CORONATION OF GEO. IV.

YE men of renown!

In country and town,

Assemble be merry and sing:

In heart and in voice

Let each subject rejoice,

While Britons are crowning their King.

Let the trumpet of fame

His honors proclaim,

Let all in one chorus agree;

Let the nations around,

With the tidings resound,

That Britons resolve to be free.

Our shouts thro' the air

All Europe shall hear,

And their ears with the echo shall ring; Ev'ry trait in their face

Shall be turn'd to disgrace,

While Britons are crowning their King.

On the throne see him plac'd,

With the diadem grac❜d,

Of such exquisite workmanship made;

And when this is laid down,

May he wear a new crown

Of glory that never shall fade.

Let no subject refuse

His endeavours to use,

In support of a Monarch so just;

Without dread or dismay,

He the sceptre shall sway,

When tyrants are laid in the dust.

ON THE SAME.

GOOD people, I pray,

Lend an ear to my lay,

(I address my advice to the nation ;)

On crowning our King,

Let us make the world ring,

In performing the grand celebration.

Through malice or spleen,

Some talk of the Queen,

Because she has not been invited;

But be that as it will,

We can answer them still,

She is not the only one slighted.

ON THE SAME.

O! FOR a quill from Gabriel's wing,
If such a favor could be granted,

Our gracious Monarch's praise to sing
And spread the fame of GEORGE our King;

For sure a more expedient thing

Has never yet been wanted.

Attend the scene, ye men of worth!

Both high and low of every station,
From east and west and south and north,
Of noble, or of lowly birth,
Britannia's trump invites you forth

To view the Coronation.

SIR!

ADVICE

TO A NEW MARRIED MAN.

As you are tied to your beautiful bride,
Accept of this friendly epistle;

Observe what I write, and by using it right,
"You may go thro' the world like a whistle."

All discords must cease; for by living in peace, You'll keep your minds quiet and even,

But brawling and strife, will poison your life, By making a hell of a heaven.