FREE Trade--let sager wits than mine debate
Whether it salve, whether it wound the State ;
But when I see our Foe fed early and late
On each new, flattering lie,
Then, of the Powers that mercifully give
Or mercifully deny,
I ask a boon : for Free Truth then I cry !
With chartered poverty's prerogative
I haunt Heaven's ear, and clamour--while I wait
A beggar at its gate--
" Rather than be as these who darkling live,
Illumined let me die."