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Leave pomp to those who need em-
And proud he braves
The gaudiest slaves
That crawl, where monarchs lead 'em.
The sword may pierce the beaver,
Stone walls in time may sever,
"Tis heart alone,
Worth steel and stone,
That keeps men free for ever!
When the morning's beam is glancing
With helm and blade,
And in Freedom's cause advancing.
A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.
A « TEMPLE to Friendship,» said Laura enchanted, "I'll build in this garden, the thought is di
Her Temple was built- and she now only wanted An image of Friendship to place on the shrine. She flew to a sculptor, who set down before her
A Friendship, the fairest his art could invent, But so cold and so dull that the youthful adorer Saw plainly this was not the idol she meant.
The thought is taken from a Song by Le Prieur, called La Statue de l'Amitié.