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Thine exemplary zeal destroy.
Nor Prayers nor Threatnings can prevail; 103
The Rock ’tis built on cannot fail.
[3] They nor th’ opposing World could fright,
Nor Flattery’s utmost fawnings bend, 104
To shrink from aiding injur’d Right,
To cease the Helpless to befriend.
Nor Mitres rich, nor exile near,
Could bribe to Hope, or sink to Fear.
[4] Superior to the Ills you feel,
Illustrious sufferer, well you know
To scorn the Instruments that deal,
T’ adore the Hand that aims the Blow;
Like Job, with Patience to resign;
O might his latter End be thine!
[5] Mean season, live! Nor barbarous Foes
Nor exile grievous to sustain,
Nor Prospect of thy Country’s Woes,
Nor Torture of afflicting Pain,
Make thee bemoan thy longer Stay, 105
Or cause thee to regret To-Day!
[6] No! let the Statesman, Human Fiend, 106
The Ruffian fell, in Murders old,
103 In Poems (1862): “Nor storms nor tempests can avail.” It is unclear here (and further instances) if John
revised what he found in Samuel’s manuscript, or Samuel revised after John saw the manuscript.
104 In Poems (1862): “Nor humblest fraud or fawning bend.”
105 In Poems (1862): “Force thee to mourn thy longer stay.”
106 Misprinted in AM as “Friend.”
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