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Lib. Whose device was on that impious remnant ? What daring land's?

Sable Gen,

The land I tread on now: (A pause; Liberty looks about her with surprise and unger, and the spectators turn down their eyes.). "

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The sight of which, hearing what I had heard,
Of joy and freedom to this very land
Restor'd, such active rage flush'd into me,
That turning to the rock by which I sat,
I grappled with a crag, thinking to whelm
Th' approaching horror in the wave before me,
When with the struggle suddenly I woke
Clasping my leaping temples, and sprang hither
Through the clear wind to come and call upon thee,
On thee, O Liberty, and thy great heart.

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,


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Were fond self-love our sovereign principle,
As it seems yours :--but this remembrance checks
Both laughter and poor anger, and prevents
A wretched wish, to which this fearful dream
Had nigh degraded me, ta wish, almost,
That I had left th' oppressor to his work.
But it must not be so'; all human good
Mounts by degrees, and those but slippery ones
Apt to slide back again, nor must I visit
Upon the thoughtless many the vile few.

Eun. Blessings attend thee!...

Good old man, and thee,
And thine, and mayst thou see deserving joy it!)
Complete this land's security, and lead
It's proper dance on every lightsome green, ... }i
Thyself and such as thou sitting, cool-hair'd,
In golden shade of arm-o'er-reaching boughs. 1;..
And, to this good end, hear me, Eunomus ;--- :
What masters ye may choose for your new lords,
New or restor'd, is left, as best befits

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,
To spread this warning voice; and should at last
The dream come true, I will myself inspire
Those noblest of their race, who walk in lustre
Beneath the star of this my genius here, : Biri
To rise once more in their brave scorn, and win
One last, preventing, and perfecting triumph.


Sable Gen. And shall it then indeed be so ?

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Whither shall I turn to go?
Whither turn, or how depart,
Scatter'd with delight of heart?
But I loose my recollection.
Goddess of all sound perfection,
Since thy sons will not forsake me,
Back again I now betake me
In a light and lifting breeze
O'er the lands that bask at ease
And the cool up-striking seas,
To revive with far-eyed coming
Dinning strings and tabors drumming,
And to set the fresh-limb’d pleasure
Up in many a desperate measure,


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Till a thousand homely joys'
Break abroad with giddy noise ;
And the lover decks his maid
In the tall tree's lump of shade ; ki
And the babe at the proud breast,
Open-lipp’d, goes safe to rest ; .«['l ..! ;***
And all my lightsome race of jet :!?".1 od
Shall rise in worth and knowledge yet.

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

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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

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