FAIR mistress of a warlike STATE, What crime of thine deserves this fate? While other ports to FREEDOM rise, In thee that flame of honour dies. With wars and horrors overspread, Seven years, and more, we fought and bled: Seized British hosts and Hessian bands, And all -- to leave thee in their hands. While British tribes forsake our plains, In you, a ghastly herd remains: Must vipers to your halls repair; Must poison taint that purest air? Ah! what a scene torments the eye; In thee what putrid monsters lie! What dirt, and mud, and mouldering walls, Burnt domes, dead dogs, and funerals! Those grassy banks, where oft I stood, And fondly viewed the passing flood; There owls obscene, that day-light shun, Pollute the waters, as they run. Thus in the east -- once Asia's queen -- PALMYRA'S tottering towers are seen; While through her streets the serpent feeds, Thus she puts on her mourning weeds! Lo! SKINNER there for Scotia hails The sweepings of Cesarean jails: While, to receive the odious freight, A thousand sable transports wait. Had he been born in days of old When men with gods their 'squires enrolled, Hermes had claimed his aid above, Arch-quibbler in the courts of Jove. O chief, that wrangled at the bar -- Grown old in less successful war; What crowds of miscreants round you stand, What vagrants bow to thy command! Long, much too long in YORK reside A race, that mortifies our pride -- A race, that all mankind defames, And NOVA-SCOTIA only claims. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER TO A DOG by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY WAGE-SLAVES TO WAR-MAKERS by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY NO SECT [OR SECTS] IN HEAVEN by ELIZABETH H. JOCELYN CLEAVELAND OLNEY HYMNS: 3. JEVOHAN-ROPHI by WILLIAM COWPER |