New England first a wilderness was
Till for a continent 'twas destin'd
From feild to feild the savage monsters runE'r yet Brittania had her work
Thy Power,
O Liberty, makes strong the
And (wond'rous instinct) Ethiopians
Sometimes by Simile, a victory's wonA certain lady had an only
He grew up daily virtuous as he
Fearing his Strength which she undoubted
She laid some taxes on her darling
And would have laid another act there
Amend your manners I'll the task
Was said with seeming Sympathy and
By many Scourges she his goodness
Untill at length the Best of Infants
He wept,
Brittania turn'd a senseless
At last awaken'd by maternal
Why weeps americus why weeps my
Thus spake Brittania, thus benign and
My dear mama said he, shall I repeat — Then Prostrate fell, at her maternal
What ails the rebel, great Brittania
Indeed said he, you have no cause to
You see each day my fluent tears my food.
Without regard, what no more English blood?
Has length of time drove from our English viens.
The kindred he to Great Brittania deigns?
Tis thus with thee O Brittain keeping
New English force, thou fear'st his Tyranny and thou didst
He weeps afresh to feel this Iron
Turn,
O Brittania claim thy child
Riecho Love drive by thy powerful
Indolence Slumbering in forgetful
See Agenoria diligent
Her sons, and thus with rapture she
Arise my sons with one consent
Lest distant continents with vult'ring
Should charge America with
They praise Industry but no pride
To raise their own Profusion,
O Brittain
By this,
New England will increase like
The misspellings are hers, it's said she was 14 when she wrote this.
