THE EXAMINER.
No. 528. SUNDAY, FEB. 8, 1818.
ORIGINAL POETRY.
SONNET
O
thou bold
Herald of aspirings high,
No prostituted Muse inspired thy story,
But human Love lent thee his wings to fly
Forward into a coming age of glory,
When Tyrannies and Superstitions hoary
Beneath the foot of Liberty shall lie,
And men shall turn from those oppressor's gory
To worship Peace, and Love, and Charity.
The heart that could conceive so bright a day,
Is proof that it may come;—therefore shall they
Who live on tears and darkness, steep each tooth
In poison'd gall to make that heart their prey;
But thou shalt smile and pity, giving thy youth
To glorious hopes, and all-defying Truth.
H.
