Some Jersey, guiltless of our broken hearts.
The Morning Post’s applause to bear away,
To tease the envious mob of aping cits,
To scatter plenty at a fête ornée,
To learn of Statesmen, and to live with wits,
Their lot forbade: a power supremely wise
Their fate, their fashion, and their faults confin’d:
Forbade, to deal destruction with their eyes,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind:
The modest throes of struggling truth to hide,