CAROLINE TRIUMPHANT;

OR,

MALICE DEFEATED.

BRITONS, rejoice! all hail the joyful day,
That gave to FREEDOM, universal sway;
That hail'd the dawn of Justice in our land—
That 'gainst oppression made a god-like stand;
That day which gave to CAROLINE her own—
The right to share with GEORGE the British throne;
When LAW and JUSTICE, led by Common Sense,
Proclaim'd triumphant, TRUTH and INNOCENCE!

Rejoice, ye MATRONS, partners of the great,
Your honour and your virtue were at stake—
If charges made were all accounted true,
Your husbands then might soon dispose of you;
For slander ever in the human heart,
With other vices, forms too great a part;
Preserve your rights—the Law, to all intent,
Till guilt is prov'd—protects the innocent!

Rejoice, ye FAIR, in humbler paths of life,
Who never yet have known domestic strife—
Alas! too soon you might have shar'd the fate
Of those, who, doom'd to bear a husband's hate,
From ill-report and lies are never free—
Scourg'd through the world—the prey of calumny.
But BRITISH JURIES build alone on TRUTH,
And frame no verdict but on strongest proof!

All hail the triumph over filth and lies—
The death of bills of PAINS AND PENALTIES!
O, can this world contain a hiding-place
For him, who plung'd this nation in disgrace;
Who fill'd this country with disgust and shame—
But never dar'd declare his monstrous name?
For him, who founded that atrocious plot,
Which can by Britons never be forgot;
A plot, to blast the honour of a wife—
(Honor! to woman dearer than her life!)
Who dar'd attempt all nature's laws to crush,
By charging crimes which made all nature blush!
And, gracious Heaven!—not content with this—
Must strive at last to bar her soul from bliss!

Our QUEEN!—indignant at this hell-born spite,
To England came to claim her long-lost right.
She brav'd the field—oppos'd to kingly hate—,
Oppos'd to ev'ry power of CHURCH and STATE!
Her heart undaunted—just was her defence—
Her trust was GOD—her shield was INNOCENCE!
By JUSTICE plac'd upon the British Throne,
Long may she live, and long enjoy her own.
The STAR of BRUNSWICK shines to set us free—
All hail the QUEEN and ENGLISH LIBERTY!

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