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Poem October 21, 1793

The Patowmac Guardian, And Berkeley Advertiser

Martinsburg, Shepherdstown, Berkeley County, Jefferson County, West Virginia

What is this article about?

An American poet prays to God, the eternal protector of human rights, to bless France with repose, guide her leaders and warriors, and ensure her triumph over enemies, ultimately wishing for the end of monarchical rule.

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SEAT OF THE MUSES.

The American's Prayer for France.

ETERNAL source of glorious power,
And sovereign Lord of boundless space!
Deign, monarch of the skies, to shower
Thy blessings on the Gallic race.

Great President of nature's frame,
Thou art the only king we own;
We own thy power, we bless thy name,
And bow before thy heav'nly throne.

Thou didst exist ere time began,
And thou wilt reign till time's no more.
Protector of the rights of man,
Fair freedom's sons thy aid implore.

Grant, mighty ruler of the world,
That France may soon enjoy repose;
And not be to destruction hurl'd,
But triumph o'er her num'rous foes.

Lord, in her cabinet preside:
In thee her warriors firmly trust,
In thee her chosen sons confide,
Her heroes brave, her rulers just.

To thee we raise our humble voice,
Thy great and glorious name adore;
Lord make thy chosen race rejoice,
And grant that kings may reign no more!

A SON OF FREEDOM.

What sub-type of article is it?

Hymn Ode

What themes does it cover?

Religious Faith Liberty Independence Political

What keywords are associated?

American Prayer France Freedom God Kings Revolution

What entities or persons were involved?

A Son Of Freedom.

Poem Details

Title

The American's Prayer For France.

Author

A Son Of Freedom.

Subject

Prayer For France's Repose And Triumph Over Foes

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

Thou Didst Exist Ere Time Began, And Thou Wilt Reign Till Time's No More. Protector Of The Rights Of Man, Fair Freedom's Sons Thy Aid Implore. Lord Make Thy Chosen Race Rejoice, And Grant That Kings May Reign No More!

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