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Dost thbtt not speak to all , When names , made bright by thee , Blaze comet like , and fall From heav ' n to obloquy ?
How like a trumpet ' s blast , By thee in whirlwind blowh , Thy stern Napoleon passM * Through shrieks of states o v erthrown ! What crush'd him , disarray VI When perish'd man and Bteed ? Thy outrag'd Jaws of trade ! They crush'd him , like a weed 1
A voice of many sighs , Woe ' s still small voice of doom , Whisper ed !—and sea and skies Sang , « Lo , the Island Tomb !' For hosts , of many tongues , That voice array'd in might ; A universe of wrongs Arm'd wrongers for the Right .
But curs d by battles won , What learn d they , triumph-taught ? That victory self-undone Hath lost the fight tmfought . Napoleon could not shake . lVhat pigmies have o v erthrown t Oh , outrag ed England , wake ! Oh , Nature , claim thy own !
When shall we hear again Thy still small whisper , God ? Oh , break the bondman ' s chain ! Uncurse the tax-plough'd sod 1 If still thy name is Love , Be labour's sons thy care ! And from thy earth remove The vermin all can spare !
Deaf reptiles ! they devour The honey , and the tree . Root , branches , fruit , and flower ; But not our trust in thee !
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1834, page 347, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2633/page/35/