Of “Damon” breathe pure liberty.
The test of friendship true is there;
But hope for freedom more than life
Starts the usurping tyrant near—
Pleads for the boy—weeps for the wife.
O art divine! when Forrest brings
His matchless eloquence to bear,
Denouncing treason’s poisonous stings,
While for his loved land falls the tear,
The temple of the Muses, filled