William Cowper

We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not read more

We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not to be his slaves.

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the read more

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
OF needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

Mountains interposed
Make enemies of nations, who had else
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.

Mountains interposed
Make enemies of nations, who had else
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.

His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
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His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.