FROM SPENCE's RIGHTS OF MAN

Hark! how the trumpet's sound Proclaims the land around The Jubilee! Tells all the poor oppress'd, No more they shall be cess'd, Nor landlords more molest Their property.

Rents t' ourselves now we pay, Dreading no quarter day, Fraught with distress. Welcome that day draws near, For then our rents we share , Earth's rightful lords we are Ordain'd for this.

How hath the oppressor ceas'd, And all the world releas'd From misery! The fir-trees all rejoice, And cedars lift their voice, Ceas'd now the FELLER's noise, Long rais'd by thee.

The sceptre now is broke, Which with continual stroke The nations smote! Hell from beneath doth rise, To meet thy lofty eyes, From the most pompous size, How brought to nought!

Since then this Jubilee Sets all at Liberty Let us be glad. Behold each man return To his possession No more like doves to mourn By landlords sad!