To the Author of the Farmer's Letters, which were written in Ireland in the Year of the Rebellion, by Henry…

Oh thou, whose artless, free-born genius charms, Whose rustic zeal each patriot bosom warms; Pursue the glorious task, the pleasing toil, Forsake the fields, and till a nobler soil; Extend the Farmer's care to human kind, Manure the heart, and cultivate the mind; There plant religion, reason, freedom, truth, And sow the seeds of virtue in our youth: Let no rank weeds corrupt, or brambles cheak, And shake the vermin from the British oak: From northern blasts protect the vernal bloom, And guard our pastures from the wolves of Rome. On Britain's liberty ingraft thy name, And reap the harvest of immortal fame!