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| YOUR subjects hope, dread Sire— |
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| The crown upon your brows may flourish long, |
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| And that your arm may in your God be strong! |
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| O may your sceptre num’rous nations sway, |
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| And all with love and readiness obey! | 5 |
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| But how shall we the British king reward! |
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| Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord! |
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| Midst the remembrance of thy favours past, |
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| The meanest peasants most admire the last. |
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| May George, belov’d by all the nations round, | 10 |
| Live with heav’ns choicest constant blessings crown’d! |
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| Great God, direct, and guard him from on high, |
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| And from his head let ev’ry evil fly! |
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| And may each clime with equal gladness see |
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A monarch’s smile can set his subjects free!
Commentary:
In this poem Phillis refers to her captivity as a slave and how loyal her people played along to sell there own people into slavery.She explains that about the British letting her people go free and captivated their loyal companion.
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