A brother patriot I—‘God save our noble King!’” }
“James!” said the graver man, in manner grave—
“Your neck I could not, I your soul would save;
Oh! ere that day, alas, too likely! come,
I would prepare your mind to meet your doom,
That then the priest, who prays with that bad race
Of men, may find you not devoid of grace.”
These are the men who, from their seats above,
Hear frequent sermons on fraternal love; 50
Nay, each approves, and answers—“Very true!