Poems

by William Anderson

To the empire of the main,

'Twill prove its title clear and bright,

Against the world again!

Then give to the stout old British ship,

Of our freedom still the stay,

That long has the bulwark been of our rights,

Three British cheers—hurrah!

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ON THE INFANT SON AND DAUGHTER OF THE HON. COL. MONTAGUE.