And thus, we see, on either hand,
We name our blessings whence they’ve sprung;
We call our country Father-land;
We call our language Mother-tongue.
Samuel Lover.
FATHER MOLLOY
OR, THE CONFESSION
PADDY McCABE was dying one day,
And Father Molloy he came to confess him;
Paddy pray’d hard he would make no delay,
But forgive him his sins and make haste for to bless him.