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FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Live Oak. 
“ Hardy and noble tree.” 
LIBERTY. 
Oh! give me liberty ! 
For were even paradise my prison, 
Still I should long to leap the crystal wails. 
DRYDEN. 
There is a world where souls are free, 
Where tyrants taint not nature’s bliss : 
If death that world’s bright opening be, 
Oh! who would live a slave in this? 
THomas Moors. 
© Liberty! the prisoner’s pleasing dream, 
The poet’s muse, his passion and his theme ; 
Genius is thine, and thou art Fancy’s nurse ; 
Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse ; 
Heroic song from thy free touch acquires 
Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires. 
Place me where winter breathes his keenest air, 
And I will sing, if Liberty be there ; 
And I will sing at Liberty’s dear feet, 
In Afrie’s torrid zone, or India’s fiercest heat. 
Wm. CowPeEr. 
















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