The Poems of Philip Freneau, Poet of the American Revolution. Volume 2 (of 3)

Copyright 1902 by The Princeton University Library
C. S. Robinson & Co. University Press Princeton N. J.




O Damn this Congress, damn each upstart state,
was made up as follows, the numbering referring to the above version:
Lines 68-72, 47-64, followed by
Yet rogues and savage tribes I must employ, And what I cannot conquer will destroy.
Lines 23-32, followed by
Ye daring hosts that croud Columbia's shore, Tremble ye traitors, and exult no more; Flames I shall hurl with an unceasing hand, Till fires eternal blaze throughout your land, And every dome and every town expires, And traitors perish in the unfeeling fires; But hold—though this be all my soul's desire, Will my own towns be proof to rebel fire. If in revenge my raging foes should come, And burn my London—it would strike me dumb, To see my children and my queen in tears, And these tall piles come tumbling round my ears, Would to its inmost caverns fright my mind, And stun ourself, the boldest of mankind.