8asyl From the Blue Hens Chicken.
TO THE DELAWARE REPUBLICAN.
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Thou hast wounded heart too noble to bleed;


A soul that would melt II it saw the in PAIN
A mind thou hast crushed in action and deed,


"A man so ennobled who cannot complain.
Thy keen venomed shaft by selfshness aimed


Took root in bosom too meek for the blow;
The spirit was wounded-the reason was


manned ais.


And helpless he sank in an ocean Of woe.
The thing who could s,oop, with the form OF
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With the image Of God emblaz'ed on his
To crush such being whose life's feeble span,


F'lickers low in The socket OF fate even now.
Would smile DER The desolate hearth OF a frien d
And innocence crush with the hand of hi
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The comfort that demons exultingly send,


Would e'en blacken crime. and add darkness


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The world shall look down on thy deeds with.
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Thy envy, black envy, shall murder ,hy
The smiles oI Thy friends shall rekiadle each,
4 Ana The justice Of haired shall always in.
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