The poem
GRANT me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live, To see the miscreants feel the pains they give; Deal Freedom’s sacred treasures free as air, Till Slave and Despot be but things that were.
Lines Inscribed in a Lady’s Pocket Almanack
406Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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