The People's Prayer, The Glad

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

As When The Dove Returning Bore The Mark Of Earth Restored To The Long Labouring Ark; The Relics Of Mankind, Secure At Rest, Oped Every Window To Receive The Guest, And The Fair Bearer Of The Message Bless'd.

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.