His was a public bounty vast and grand;
'Twas not in him to work with viewless hand;
He raised the room that towers above the street,
A public room where grateful parties meet;
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He first the life-boat plann'd; to him the place
Is deep in debt—'twas he reviv'd the race;
To every public act this hearty friend
Would give with freedom or with frankness lend;
His money built the jail, nor prisoner yet