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FROM THE CITY OP WASHINGTON	A
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If former times had never left a trace	B
Of human frailty in their onward race	B
Nor o'er their pathway written as they ran	C
One dark memorial of the crimes of man	C
If every age in new unconscious prime	D
Rose like a phenix from the fires of time	D
To wing its way unguided and alone	E
The future smiling and the past unknown	E
Then ardent man would to himself be new	F
Earth at his foot and heaven within his view	F
Well might the novice hope the sanguine scheme	G
Of full perfection prompt his daring dream	G
Ere cold experience with her veteran lore	H
Could tell him fools had dreamt as much before	H
But tracing as we do through age and clime	G
The plans of virtue midst the deeds of crime	G
The thinking follies and the reasoning rage	I
Of man at once the idiot and the sage	I
When still we see through every varying frame	G
Of arts and polity his course the same	G
And know that ancient fools but died to make	J
A space on earth for modern fools to take	J
'Tis strange how quickly we the past forget	K
That Wisdom's self should not be tutored yet	K
Nor tire of watching for the monstrous birth	L
Of pure perfection midst the sons of earth	L
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Oh nothing but that soul which God has given	A
Could lead us thus to look on earth for heaven	A
O'er dross without to shed the light within	M
And dream of virtue while we see but sin	M
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Even here beside the proud Potowmac's stream	G
Might sages still pursue the flattering theme	G
Of days to come when man shall conquer fate	N
Rise o'er the level of his mortal state	N
Belie the monuments of frailty past	O
And plant perfection in this world at last	O
Here might they say shall power's divided reign	P
Evince that patriots have not bled in vain	P
Here godlike liberty's herculean youth	Q
Cradled in peace and nurtured up by truth	Q
To full maturity of nerve and mind	R
Shall crush the giants that bestride mankind	R
Here shall religion's pure and balmy draught	S
In form no more from cups of state be quaft	S
But flow for all through nation rank and sect	S
Free as that heaven its tranquil waves reflect	S
Around the columns of the public shrine	T
Shall growing arts their gradual wreath intwine	T
Nor breathe corruption from the flowering braid	S
Nor mine that fabric which they bloom to shade	S
No longer here shall Justice bound her view	F
Or wrong the many while she rights the few	F
But take her range through all the social frame	G
Pure and pervading as that vital flame	G
Which warms at once our best and meanest part	S
And thrills a hair while it expands a heart	S
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Oh golden dream what soul that loves to scan	T
The bright disk rather than the dark of man	T
That owns the good while smarting with the ill	U
And loves the world with all its frailty still	U
What ardent bosom does not spring to meet	S
The generous hope with all that heavenly heat	S
Which makes the soul unwilling to resign	T
The thoughts of growing even on earth divine	T
Yes dearest friend I see thee glow to think	V
The chain of ages yet may boast a link	V
Of purer texture than the world has known	T
And fit to bind us to a Godhead's throne	T
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But is it thus doth even the glorious dream	G
Borrow from truth that dim uncertain gleam	G
Which tempts us still to give such fancies scope	W
As shock not reason while they nourish hope	W
No no believe me 'tis not so even now	T
While yet upon Columbia's rising brow	T
The showy smile of young presumption plays	X
Her bloom is poisoned and her heart decays	X
Even now in dawn of life her sickly breath	Y
Burns with the taint of empires near their death	Y
And like the nymphs of her own withering clime	G
She's old in youth she's blasted in her prime	G
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Already has the child of Gallia's school	Z
The foul Philosophy that sins by rule	Z
With all her train of reasoning damning arts	A2
Begot by brilliant heads on worthless hearts	A2
Like things that quicken after Nilus' flood	S
The venomed birth of sunshine and of mud	S
Already has she poured her poison here	B2
O'er every charm that makes existence dear	C2
Already blighted with her blackening trace	B
The opening bloom of every social grace	B
And all those courtesies that love to shoot	S
Round virtue's stem the flowerets of her fruit	S
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And were these errors but the wanton tide	S
Of young luxuriance or unchastened pride	S
The fervid follies and the faults of such	D2
As wrongly feel because they feel too much	D2
Then might experience make the fever less	E2
Nay graft a virtue on each warm excess	E2
But no 'tis heartless speculative ill	U
All youth's transgression with all age's chill	U
The apathy of wrong the bosom's ice	F2
A slow and cold stagnation into vice	F2
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Long has the love of gold that meanest rage	I
And latest folly of man's sinking age	I
Which rarely venturing in the van of life	G2
While nobler passions wage their heated strife	G2
Comes skulking last with selfishness and fear	C2
And dies collecting lumber in the rear	C2
Long has it palsied every grasping hand	S
And greedy spirit through this bartering land	S
Turned life to traffic set the demon gold	S
So loose abroad that virtue's self is sold	S
And conscience truth and honesty are made	S
To rise and fall like other wares of trade	S
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Already in this free this virtuous state	S
Which Frenchmen tell us was ordained by fate	S
To show the world what high perfection springs	H2
From rabble senators and merchant kings	H2
Even here already patriots learn to steal	I2
Their private perquisites from public weal	I2
And guardians of the country's sacred fire	J2
Like Afric's priests let out the flame for hire	J2
Those vaunted demagogues who nobly rose	K2
From England's debtors to be England's foes	K2
Who could their monarch in their purse forget	S
And break allegiance but to cancel debt	S
Have proved at length the mineral's tempting hue	F
Which makes a patriot can un make him too	F
Oh Freedom Freedom how I hate thy cant	S
Not Eastern bombast not the savage rant	S
Of purpled madmen were they numbered all	I2
From Roman Nero down to Russian Paul	I2
Could grate upon my ear so mean so base	B
As the rank jargon of that factious race	B
Who poor of heart and prodigal of words	L2
Formed to be slaves yet struggling to be lords	M2
Strut forth as patriots from their negro marts	A2
And shout for rights with rapine in their hearts	A2
Who can with patience for a moment see	N2
The medley mass of pride and misery	N2
Of whips and charters manacles and rights	O2
Of slaving blacks and democratic whites	O2
And all the piebald polity that reigns	P2
In free confusion o'er Columbia's plains	P2
To think that man thou just and gentle God	S
Should stand before thee with a tyrant's rod	S
O'er creatures like himself with souls from thee	N2
Yet dare to boast of perfect liberty	N2
Away away I'd rather hold my neck	Q2
By doubtful tenure from a sultan's beck	Q2
In climes where liberty has scarce been named	S
Nor any right but that of ruling claimed	S
Than thus to live where bastard Freedom waves	R2
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves	R2
Where motley laws admitting no degree	N2
Betwixt the vilely slaved and madly free	N2
Alike the bondage and the license suit	S
The brute made ruler and the man made brute	S
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But while I thus my friend in flowerless song	S2
So feebly paint what yet I feel so strong	S2
The ills the vices of the land where first	S
Those rebel fiends that rack the world were nurst	S
Where treason's arm by royalty was nerved	S
And Frenchmen learned to crush the throne they served	S
Thou calmly lulled in dreams of classic thought	S
By bards illumined and by sages taught	S
Pant'st to be all upon this mortal scene	T
That bard hath fancied or that sage hath been	T
Why should I wake thee why severely chase	B
The lovely forms of virtue and of grace	B
That dwell before thee like the pictures spread	S
By Spartan matrons round the genial bed	S
Moulding thy fancy and with gradual art	S
Brightening the young conceptions of thy heart	S
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Forgive me Forbes and should the song destroy	T2
One generous hope one throb of social joy	T2
One high pulsation of the zeal for man	T
Which few can feel and bless that few who can	T
Oh turn to him beneath those kindred eyes	U2
Thy talents open and thy virtues rise	U2
Forget where nature has been dark or dim	G
And proudly study all her lights in him	G
Yes yes in him the erring world forget	S
And feel that man may reach perfection yet	S

Thomas Moore

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