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TA BLE TALK.
Si te forte mea gravis ur et far tina chart a
A- T^OU told me, I remember, glory built
-*- On selfish principles, is shame and guilt. The deeds that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Srrange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel that the very light'ning spares,
Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
B. I grant, that men continuing what they arc,
Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his mem'ry, dear to ev'ry muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root. In honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that heav'n bestows, And when recording history displays Feats of renown, though wrought in antient days, Tells of a few- stout hearts that fought and dy'd Where duty plac'd them, at their country's fide, The man that is not mov'd with what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
But let eternal infamy pursue
B a A, Tis
A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man, Kings do but reason on the self same plan, Maintaining your's you cannot theirs condemn, "Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns
Man made for kings! those optics are but dim