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A tyrant or a slave ;—the one to those , Thy friends in bondage , and thy fallen foes , Yet crouching to the many-headed thing , Child of thy loins , which , gathering strength to sting
Its parent from the blood which gave it birth , Trod on thy neck and pressed thee to tjie earth . On that ill-fated , well-remembered day , When British thunder rolled along thy bay ,. Pledged was a nation ' s faith , a soldier ' s word , 'Twas Freedom ' s sacred cause called forth the sword ;—
Oh ! let thy curses fall on those who qeem Freedom a plaything , honour but a dream ; A people ' s groans meet music for the ear Of kings ; and love more dangerous than fear ; Those panders to their master ' s vicious mood , E ' en like a vampire's , when it thirsts fpr blood ; But think not he was faithless , or thai we
E ' er aim a willing blow at Liberty ;•—Would that the hour were come , as come it must , When Europe ' s sons , now trampled in the dust , Impatient of the chains , which cannot bind Their still increasing energy of mind , Shall , with one mighty effort , raise on high
Their front , in renovated majesty ; Blushing to think what slaves they were before , And swear , and feel , they will be such no more > —Thou , sea-girt daughter of fair Italy , Wilt , with the rest , men perish or be free ! Genoa , Sept . 1822 . F .
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HYMN FOR EASTER . * I . l « ift your loud voices in triumph on high , For Jesus hath risen , and man cannot die , Vain were the terrors that gatherM around him , And short the dominiou ^ of death and the grave - y He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him , Resplendent in glory , to live and to save . Loud was the chorus of angels on high , " The Saviour hath risen , and man shall not die /'
• The above is extracted from the Christian Disciple , No . I . Vol . I . p . 38 . fcpme of the readers of the Monthly Repository may be acquainted with an animated a » r and chorus in the collection of €€ Sacred Melodies , ? ( of which Moore and Sir i" Steveiison are Editors , ) adapted to a triumphant song on the overthrow of the Egyptians : " Sound the loud timbrel o ' er Egypt ' s dark sea , Jehovah hath triumphed , his people Parie freei " The above lines , to the same tune , are more suitable to Christian worship , and Par icuiariy a dapted to Zm ^ tl >^ .
II . Glory to God , in full anthems of joy ; The being he gave us , death cannot " destroy . Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow , If tears were our birth-nght , and death were our end - y But Jesus hath cheerM the dark valley of sorrow , And bade us , immortal , to heaven ascend—Lift then your voices in triumph on high , ^ For Jesus hath risen , and man shall not die .
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Poetrjfs—Hjfmn / &r Easter . 481
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1823, page 481, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1787/page/49/
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