text:  "'Pent in this barren corner of the isle Where partial Fortune never deign'd to smile Like Nature's bastards reaping for our share What was rejected by the lawful heir; Unknown amongst the nations of the earth Or only known to raise contempt and mirth; Long free because the race of Roman braves Thought it not worth their while to make us slaves Then into bondage by that nation brought Whose ruin we for ages vainly sought Whom still with unslak'd hate we view and still The pow'r of mischief lost retain the will; Consider'd as the refuse of mankind A mass till the last moment left behind Which frugal Nature doubted as it lay Whether to stamp with life or throw away; Which form'd in haste was planted in this nook But never enter'd in Creation's book Branded as traitors who for love of gold Would sell their God as once their king they sold; Long have we borne this mighty weight of ill These vile injurious taunts and bear them still; But times of happier note are now at hand And the full promise of a better land: There like the sons of Isr'el having trode For the fix'd term of years ordain'd by God A barren desert we shall seize rich plains Where milk with honey flows and plenty reigns: With some few natives join'd some pliant few Who worship int'rest and our track pursue; There shall we tho' the wretched people grieve Ravage at large nor ask the owners' leave