Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My

Yet Once More, O Ye Laurels, And Once More Ye Myrtles Brown, With Ivy Never Sere, I Come To Pluck Your Berries Harsh And Crude, And With Forced Fingers Rude Shatter Your Leaves Before The Mellowing Year.

When Complaints Are Freely Heard, Deeply Considered And Speedily Reformed, Then Is The Utmost Bound Of Civil Liberty Attained That Wise Men Look For.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.

The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness With The Irresistible Power Of Weakness.

Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds To The Stern God Of Sea.