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TO ISAAC T. HOPPER.


HOPPER ! thou venerable friend of man,
In heart and spirit young, though old in years ;
The tyrant trembles when thy name he hears,
And the slave joys thy countenance to scan.

A friend more true and brave, since time began,
HUMANITY has never found : her fears
By thee have been dispelled, and wiped the tears
Adown her sorrow- stricken cheeks that ran.

If like Napoleon's appears thy face,
Thy soul to his bears no similitude ;
He came to curse, but thou to bless our race

Thy hands are white in blood were his imbrued:
His memory shall be covered with disgrace,
But thine embalmed among the truly great and good!




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