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Lives there a bard who would not glory

In such epistles amatory,

Possessing that uncommon quality,

A sprinkling of originality.

On advocates of colonization

Shower demi-johns of indignation!—

Annihilate the knaves and dolts,

With Caustic’s Patent Thunderbolts!

And, be it known, with due civility,

To our Columbian nobility,

Fewer black hearts and more black faces

Would much improve their waning races.

To lose our jetty population

Would take the shine from our great nation,

And make us all like old shoes, lacking

A coat of Day and Martin’s blacking.

We’re glad to find New England beauties

For black men’s rights and white men’s duties

Enlisting their resistless charms,

For all men yield to ladies’ arms.

Do, dears, make us your generalissimo,

An all important trust that is, you know,

And we the hero, who can fill it

With dazzling glory, if you will it.

Bostonia’s beautiful brigade,

With Doctor Caustic’s flag display’d,

Suppose you make a general levy

To swell the columns of your bevy.

Bright key-stones of the Social Arch,