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Rejoinder To The Foregoing Reply.

    By Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow



    Many, many thanks my friend,
    For those sweet verses thou didst send,
        So good they were and witty;
    And now I will confess to thee,
    Mixed up with bad, much good I see
        Within the crowded city.

    Boston, "with all thy faults I love
    Thee still," though much I disapprove -
        See much in thee to blame;
    Yet to be candid, I'll allow
    Thy equal no one can me show
        From Mexico to Maine.

    It is my boast, perhaps my pride,
    To be to English blood allied,
        Warm in my veins it's flowing;
    And when I see the homage given
    To foreign men and foreign women,[1]
        That blood with shame is glowing.

    I hope when Kossuth fever's cool
    And we have put our wits to school,
        And sober senses found;
    When the Hungarian's out of sight
    And shattered brains collected quite,
        We may be safe and sound.

    But what simpletons, should we choose,
    With nought to gain and much to loose,
        'Gainst Austria to war;
    What greater folly, when we know
    By doing this, we'll get a blow
        From the ambitious Czar.

    But you may not with me agree,
    And I am getting warm I see,
        So here I bid adieu
    To Kossuth and to Hungary,
    To Russia and to Germany,
        And the great Emperor too.

    And now my friend a word I'd say
    Before I throw my pen away,
        On subject most important;
    In doing this I need not fear
    I shall offend the nicest ear,
        Or strike a note discordant.

    Oh! had I true poetic fire,
    With boldness would I strike the lyre
        So loud that all might hear;
    But ah! my harp is tuned so low,
    Its feeble strains I full well know
        Can reach no distant ear.

    Yet I rejoice that harps on high,
    And voices of sweet harmony,
        Are raised to bless the name
    Of Him who sits upon the throne,
    Rejoicing over souls new born,
        Who soon will join with them,
    Eternally His name to adore
    Who died, yet lives forevermore.

    Weston, May 8, 1852.





Extra Info:
[1] By this I do not mean to include all foreigners, for some of them I consider among the very best of our population, but dancers, &c., &c.


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