In England's proud days no long hair was feen, To repel the vile flaves and our rights to maintain, Britons off with your hair, and you are sure to prevail, THE PHILANTHROPIST. MONDAY, JANUARY 25. LONDON: Printed for and fold by DANIEL ISAAC EATON, Printer and Bookfeller to the Supreme Majefty of the People, at the COCK AND SWINE, No. 74, Newgate-ftreets 1796. PRICE ONE PENNY. A SON G. Sung by Mr. Meredith at Liverpool, on the Anniversary of O'ER the French Revolution. 'ER the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France, See the day-ftar of Liberty rife; O'er the clouds of detraction ynwearied advance, And hold its new courfe through the fkies. An effulgence fo mild, with a luftre fo bright, All Europe with wonder furveys; And from deferts of darkness, and dungeons of night, Let Burke, like a bat, from its Iplendour retire, Let pedants and fools his effufions admire, Shall ( 2 ) Shall phrenzy and sophistry hope to prevail, When the welfare of millions is hung on the scale, Ah! who midft the horrors of night would abide, Or who that has drank of the chrystaline tide, When the bofom of beauty the throbbing heart meets, -But 'tis over-high Heaven the decifion approves, To the hell fhe has form'd Superstition removes, In the records of time a new æra unfolds, All nature exults in its birth His creation benign the Creator beholds, O catch its high import, ye winds as ye blow, roll! O bear it ye waves as ye From regions that feel the sun's vertical glow, And wherever the footsteps of man shall be found, |