A Poem in Honor of New Supreme Court Justice Gorsuch*
*in imitation of his style
_THE LARK, while she her
Gratitude to prove,
Lauds with her sprightly
Notes, immortal Jov
Shuts not his Ear
against the SPARROWS Lays;
Whose tuneless Pipe can
only chirp his Praise.
Thus I, tho' Learned
Bards before have strung
Their sounding Lyres,
and most divinely Sung,
Fear not the Dictates of
my Soul to own;
The less of Art, the
more of Love is shown:
Vouchsafe, Great Justice,
to hear my humble Muse,
And let my Zeal my Want of Skill excuse.
HAIL! Hero born to rule,
and reconcile
The fatal Discords of our American Law!
When round the Continent the Trump
of Fame
Did America's Glory in
your Right proclaim,
Tyrannick Democrats, as with Thunder
scar'd,
Sent up their Prayers impending
Fates to ward;
Whilst RUSSIA's LION brav'd his threaten'd
Chain,
Rowl'd
his Glad Eyes, and stretch'd his Paws again.
BY your fam'd Justice,
and your prudent Sway,
WOMEN shall be taught to Love, or to Obey.
WELCOME great Guardian
of our American Law;
Receive the Court
rescu'd by thy Hand.
A wicked Race of Men, for private Ends,
Had rais'd her baffled
Foes, and sunk her Friends,
Dispers'd her Strength,
and Republicans betray'd:
When Heav'n, in Pity to
those suppliant Few,
Who own'd its Power, and
kept their Vows to YOU,
Came to our Aid,
revers'd our low'ring Fate,
And by thy destin'd ARM
retriev'd the State.
Finis
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