. The echo, with other poems. V ?0 \ /^ 67 That Tune by tinkers sung, by coblers lovd,Which to the Cow-^ of old so fatal provd,That from this world with joy she took her flight,And bade her ancient friends a long Good Night;Those who his Majesty of Mobs disown,And seek that Holy Sovereign to dethrone,When Grandsire Adams ptinciples shall flesh and blood, from keeping long, grow stale,May sing the funeral dirge in mournful stave,And get old Burkittf too to dig the grave. Rejoice ! ye Pokahontian Tribes rejoice !In loud Te Dewns raise your clamrous voice !Proclaim from Anarchy what bles

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. The echo, with other poems. V ?0 \ /^ 67 That Tune by tinkers sung, by coblers lovd,Which to the Cow-^ of old so fatal provd,That from this world with joy she took her flight,And bade her ancient friends a long Good Night;Those who his Majesty of Mobs disown,And seek that Holy Sovereign to dethrone,When Grandsire Adams ptinciples shall flesh and blood, from keeping long, grow stale,May sing the funeral dirge in mournful stave,And get old Burkittf too to dig the grave. Rejoice ! ye Pokahontian Tribes rejoice !In loud Te Dewns raise your clamrous voice !Proclaim from Anarchy what blessings spring ! Shall Clinton reign and Henrico not sing ? Yes, men of Belial! had ye sense to feel,Youd find Regeneration at your not far distant is the awful dayWhen your base clan a reckoning dire shall pay,When old Virginia shall resume the yield a rich reward for all your mighty shall your dress, your mimickry of state,Your chariots, servants, equipage and plate,Your brilliant levees, and y

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