Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

Some Rhyme A Neebor's Name To Lash; Some Rhyme (vain Thought!) For Needfu' Cash; Some Rhyme To Court The Countra Clash, An' Raise A Din; For Me, An Aim I Never Fash; I Rhyme For Fun.

Gin A Body Meet A Body Coming Thro' The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body— Need A Body Cry?

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.