XVIII.

But thou forsooth must be a king,
And don the purple vest,
As if that foolish robe could wring

Remembrance from thy breast. Where is that faded garment? where The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear,

The star, the string, the crest? Vain froward child of empire! say, Are all thy playthings snatch'd away?

XIX.

Where may the wearied eye repose
When gazing on the Great;
Where neither guilty glory glows,
Nor despicable state?
Yes-one-the first-the last-the best-
The Cincinnatus of the West,

Whom envy dared not hate,
Bequeath'd the name of Washington,
To make man blush there was but one!

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HEBREW MELODIES.

ADVERTISEMENT.

THE subsequent poems were written at the request of my friend, the Hon. Douglas Kinnaird, for a Selection of Hebrew Melodies, and have been published, with the music, arranged by Mr. Braham and Mr. Nathan.

January, 1815.