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While Conscience, happier than in ancient years, Owns no superior but the God she fears. Propitious Spirit! yet expunge a wrong Thy rights have suffer'd, and our land, too long; Teach mercy to ten thousand hearts that share The fears and hopes of a commercial care; Prisons expect the wicked, and were built To bind the lawless, and to punish guilt; But shipwreck, earthquake, battle, fire, and flood, Are mighty mischiefs not to be withstood; And honest merit stands on slipp'ry ground; Where covert guile and artifice abound: Let just restraint, for public peace design'd, Chain up the wolves and tigers of mankind, The foe of virtue has no claim to thee, but let insolvent innocence go free. Patron of else the most despis'd of men, Accept the tribute of a stranger's pen; Verse, like the Laurel, its immortal meed, Should be the guerdon of a noble deed: I may alarm thee, but I fear the shame (Charity chosen as my theme and aim) I must incur, forgetting Howard's name. Blest with all wealth can give thee, to resign Joys doubly sweet to feelings quick as thine, To quit the bliss they rural scenes bestow, To seek a nobler amidst scenes of woe; To traverse seas, range kingdoms, and bring home, Not the proud monuments of Greece or Rome, but knowledge- such as only dungeons teach! And only sympathy like thine could reach! That grief, sequester'd from the public stage, Might smooth her feathers, and enjoy her cage, Speaks a divine ambition, and a zeal The boldest patriot might be proud to feel. Oh that the voice of clamour and debate, That pleads for peace till it disturbs the state, Were hush'd in favour of thy gen'rous plea, the poor thy clients, and Heav'n's smile thy fee!