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CONTENTMENT; OR, IF YOU PLEASE, CON-
To Mrs. Barlow, on her pleasantly telling the author, that after writing against the superstition of the Scripture religion, he was setting up a religion capable of more bigotry and enthusiasm, and more dangerous to its votaries—that of making a religion of Love.
O could we always live and love,
And always be sincere,
I would not wish for heaven above,
LINES EXTEMPORE. July, 1808.
Quick as the lightning's vivid flash,
Mark ambition's ruthless king,
With crimson'd banners scath the globe; While trailing after conquest's wing,
Man's fest'ring wounds his demons probe.
Pall'd with streams of reeking gore,
That stain the proud imperial day;
He turns to view the western shore,
Where freedom holds her boundless sway.
'Tis here her sage triumphant sways,