All shoes, and oft unfee’d,
No stooping found too lowly,
No crawling thought too mean,
If but a Conscript Father
He might at last be seen.
“I’ll raise to the Patricians,
One who ne’er wore steel, nor lied,
Whose weapon was his goose-quill,
Whose pleadings were world-wide;
Whose foes were Falsehood, Prejudice,