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Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, slavery! still thou art a bitter draught; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account. It is thou, Liberty, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, whom all in public or in private worship; whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so till nature herself shall change. No tint of words can ever spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron. With thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious heaven! grant me but health, thou great bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as

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