Selections from American poetry, with special reference to Poe, Longfellow, Lowell and Whittier by Unknown
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None but ourselves are fit to rule us;
We are too large, too free a nation, To be encumbered with taxation! "We pray for peace, but wish confusion, Then right or wrong, a--revolution! Our hearts can never bend to obey; Therefore no king--and more we'll pray." Jove smiled, and to their fate resigned The restless, thankless, rebel kind; Left to themselves, they went to work, First signed a treaty with king Stork. He swore that they, with his alliance, To all the world might bid defiance; Of lawful rule there was an end on't, And frogs were henceforth--independent. At which the croakers, one and all! Proclaimed a feast, and festival! But joy to-day brings grief to-morrow; Their feasting o'er, now enter sorrow! The Stork grew hungry, longed for fish; The monarch could not have his wish; In rage he to the marshes flies, And makes a meal of his allies. Then grew so fond of well-fed frogs, |
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