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Lib. Whose device was on that impious remnant ? What daring land's?
The land I tread on now: (A pause; Liberty looks about her with surprise and unger, and the spectators turn down their eyes.). "
The sight of which, hearing what I had heard,
Lib. Thy call shall not be useless. To be sure, Ye are strange creatures, mortals,-most of ye,And worth the laughter of immortal spirits,
Were fond self-love our sovereign principle,
Eun. Blessings attend thee!...
Good old man, and thee,
1 The gifts of Liberty, to your free selves :But should this plague, às from the spirit's dream
I fear, again be loos’d upon the south,',
• 2013 Whether from want of thought, or barbarous habits Left by long war, or fear, self-realized, That yields to evil from despair of good, Or bitterer conclusion still, brought on By diseas'd sorrow, arguing with itself, ..., Whose argument is it's disease's proof, Wanting the cure of action, whether this, Or worse than all, whether from rank indifference, Which neither joy nor sortow, rain nor shine, Can touch with kindliness for other's good, Content to heave it's own gross uselessness Out in the sun, and spoil the soil it swells on,Whether from this or that, from part or all, It must and shall not be ;--from this time forth The few must know their service to the many :: Knowledge and I have given the world a voice Fit for it's frame, nor at this special moment, When one huge wrong, contemptuous of mankind, Has been o'erthrown, shall they endure to see Part of it's veriest slaves conspire another. Be it thy task then, wise old man, and all
Who would scape blushing for their native land,
Sable Gen. And shall it then indeed be so ?
Whither shall I turn to go?
Till a thousand homely joys'
Here making a farewell and grateful obeisance, the Sable Genius springs backward from the earth, and then turning in the air, goes off at the side-scene.
Lib. This thoughtful interruption, though it break Our joy's completeness, gives a double finishi To what concludes. Come forth, contrasting shews, And with your moral this time's story close. 10
The back-ground changes into a city rich with palaces and triumphal arches, a smoky atmosphere rolling from behind it over a plain covered with burning cottages; and to the sound of trumpets and other