XX. OCTOBER, 1803. THESE times strike monied worldlings with dismay: Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, And minds not stinted or untilled are given, Sound, healthy, children of the God of heaven, What do we gather hence but firmer faith Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath; That virtue and the faculties within Are vital, and that riches are akin To fear, to change, to cowardice, and death? XXI. ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should'st wean Thy heart from its emasculating food; The truth should now be better understood; Old things have been unsettled; we have seen Fair seed-time, better harvest might have been If for Greece, Egypt, India, Africa, Aught good were destined, thou would'st step between. But worse, more ignorant in love and hate, Therefore the wise pray for thee, though the freight Oh grief that Earth's best hopes rest all with Thee! XXII. OCTOBER, 1803. WHEN, looking on the present face of things, The great events with which old story rings So that almost a doubt within me springs XXIII. TO THE MEN OF KENT. OCTOBER, 1803. VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men of Kent, Ye children of a Soil that doth advance To France be words of invitation sent! They from their fields can see the countenance XXIV. WHAT if our numbers barely could defy |