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I.

From the blood-bedew’d valleys and mountains of France, See the Genius of Gallic INVASION advance! Old ocean shall waft her, unruffled by storm, While our shores are all lined with the “_Friends of Reform_”.[13] Confiscation and Murder attend in her train, With meek-eyed Sedition, the daughter of PAINE;[14] While her sportive _Poissardes_ with light footsteps are seen To dance in a ring round the gay _Guillotine_.[15]