THE B]lE, or Dec. 27y 



Wild and diRiafled, to the fliade, 



All throbbing, he retires, 

 Till worn with hunger and fatigue, 



He Piitttrs and ex]jires. 



So man, when born in haplefs climes 



Where freedom ne'er was known, 

 Learns cheerfully to bend betimes ' 



To pevver, without a groan. 



Content within his huTr4ble flied, 



Full joyfully he fings ; 

 Though poor his fare, and meanly clad 



•With mirth his hamlet rings. 



Untie at once thofe filken bands 



Which willingly he wore, 

 Give freedom to his Ihackled hand.?, 

 ^ Which ne'er were free before. 



Unus'd to tread thofe rugged wilds 



V/here freedom loves to range, 

 Soon tired, like a wayward child, 



He willies flill to change. 



Madly he grafps at wealth and pow'r. 



At pow'r he cannot wield ; 

 At wealth, which in an evil hour 



No good to him can yield. 



His wonted joys now fled, his life 



In dire coiltention flows ; 

 In rapine, blood-fiicd, tumult, flrife ; 



Till death does end his woes. 



