America

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.