Even now the half of Slavery’s flag is furled,

And Thought’s free sunshine circles the wide world.

Burrington.

Kill not the flower that feeds the useful bee,

For more than beauteous is that sweet flower’s blush;

’Tis toil’s reward that sweetens industry,

As love inspires with strength th’ enraptured thrush.

To fall’n humanity our Father said,

That food and bliss should not be found unsought:

That man should labour for his daily bread;