. A selection of posthumous poems. ft Thy dulcet voice, tis bliss to hear, Tis more than music to my soul;Present or absent, far or near, Its gentle accents seem to with thoughts of thy dear charms— ^ And then I rush into thine arms ! I Ft 11 6 i. ODE TO LIBERTY. 0 Goddess of Freedom ! determine my breast To die in thy cause, if such need there should be,That living or dying I still may be blest With Freedoms rich sweets,—and that virtuous and free, 1 may breathe out my soul warmed with libertys fires,While its heart-cheering theme evry moment inspires, ;Tis this that ennobles th
. A selection of posthumous poems. ft Thy dulcet voice, tis bliss to hear, Tis more than music to my soul;Present or absent, far or near, Its gentle accents seem to with thoughts of thy dear charms— ^ And then I rush into thine arms ! I Ft 11 6 i. ODE TO LIBERTY. 0 Goddess of Freedom ! determine my breast To die in thy cause, if such need there should be,That living or dying I still may be blest With Freedoms rich sweets,—and that virtuous and free, 1 may breathe out my soul warmed with libertys fires,While its heart-cheering theme evry moment inspires, ;Tis this that ennobles the nature of man,— In dignity, raises him nearer to heaven:It has life-giving vigour, deny it who can; The despot ignoble, by Freedom is man who imbibes it is noble and brave,And oppression no longer can make him a slave. 1-9 r ;?*.
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