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On The Death of Mr Snider Murderd By Richardson

In heavens eternal court it was

How the first martyr for the cause should

To clear the country of the hated

He whet his courage for the common

Long hid before, a vile infernal

Prevents Achilles in his mid

Where'er this fury darts his Pois'nous

All are endanger'd to the shafts of

The generous Sires beheld the fatal

Saw their young champion gasping on the

They rais'd him up. but to each present

What martial glories did his tongue

The wretch appal'd no longer can

But from the Striking victim turns his eyes — When this young martial genius did

The Tory cheifs no longer could forbear.

Ripe for destruction, see the wretches

He waits the curses of the age to

In vain he flies, by Justice Swiftly

With unexpected infamy

Be Richardson for ever banish'd

The grand Usurpers bravely vaunted Heir.

We bring the body from the watry

To lodge it where it shall remove no more.

Snider behold with what Majestic

The Illustrious retinue begins to

With Secret rage fair freedoms foes

See in thy corse ev'n Majesty in Death.

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Phillis Wheatley

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