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September 25th 1797

That day's returned that once has gave
How sad a creature birth
One year still nigher to the grave,
And must I soon resign that breath:
So lately to me lent,
Vainly employed; to fatal Death;
Erased & wholy spent.
Resign I must to human fate.
Both earth and spirit too;
Returning to their primal state,
Each to its author due.
View Lord, my third & better part,
And for the make it fit;
Relieve it from a vicious heart,
Defent it from the pit. --
T.B.--

The Patriot
My muse awake fro freedom's sake
You have lain long a sleeping
Condole with me all those that be
For any cause a weeping
Both old and young both weak & stron
Each sect and corporation