Countless reflections of th’ Oppressor’s face!
Every-where gallant hearts, and spirits true,
Are serv’d up victims to the vile and few;
While E******, everywhere—the general foe
Of Truth and Freedom, wheresoe’er they glow—
Is first, when tyrants strike, to aid the blow!
Oh, E******! could such poor revenge atone
For wrongs, that well might claim the deadliest one;
Were it a vengeance, sweet enough to sate
The wretch who flies from thy intolerant hate,