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EPISTLES.
A wheaten garland does her head adorn,
O Property! O goddess, English-born! 16
Where hast thou been? How did the wealthy mourn!
The bankrupt nation sigh'd for thy return,
Doubtful for whom her spreading funds were fill'd,
Her fleets were freighted, and her fields were till'd. 20
O Property! O goddess, English-born! 16
Where hast thou been? How did the wealthy mourn!
The bankrupt nation sigh'd for thy return,
Doubtful for whom her spreading funds were fill'd,
Her fleets were freighted, and her fields were till'd. 20
No longer now shall France and Spain combin'd,
Strong in their golden Indies, awe mankind.
Brave Catalans, who for your freedom strive,
And in your shatter'd bulwarks yet survive, 24
For you alone, worthy a better fate,
O, may this happy change not come too late!
Great in your sufferings!———But, my muse, forbear;
Nor damp the publick gladness with a Tear: 28
The Hero has receiv'd their just complaint,
Grac'd with the name of our fam'd patron-saint:
Like him, with pleasure he foregoes his rest,
And longs, like him, to succour the distress'd. 32
Firm to his friends, tenacious of his word,
As justice calls, he draws or sheaths the sword:
Matur'd by thought his councils shall prevail;
Nor shall his promise to his people fail, 36
Strong in their golden Indies, awe mankind.
Brave Catalans, who for your freedom strive,
And in your shatter'd bulwarks yet survive, 24
For you alone, worthy a better fate,
O, may this happy change not come too late!
Great in your sufferings!———But, my muse, forbear;
Nor damp the publick gladness with a Tear: 28
The Hero has receiv'd their just complaint,
Grac'd with the name of our fam'd patron-saint:
Like him, with pleasure he foregoes his rest,
And longs, like him, to succour the distress'd. 32
Firm to his friends, tenacious of his word,
As justice calls, he draws or sheaths the sword:
Matur'd by thought his councils shall prevail;
Nor shall his promise to his people fail, 36
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