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Charleston Mercury.

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Democracy hath done its work of ill,

And, seeming freemen, never to be free,

While the poor people shout in vanity,

The Demagogue triumphs o'er the popular will.

How swift the abasement follows! But few years,

And we stood eminent. Great men were ours,

Of virtue stern, and armed with mightiest powers!

How have we sunk below our proper spheres!

No Heroes, Virtues, Men! But in their place,

The nimble marmozet and magpie men;

Creatures that only mock and mimic, when

They run astride the shoulders of the race;

Democracy, in vanity elate,

Clothing but sycophants in robes of state.

War Poetry of the South

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