Poems (Curwen)/To the Patriotic Society

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To the Patriotic Society.
Ye patriotic children,  Whose sires have ever been Devoted to their country,  And loyal to their Queen, May good old Father Christmas  Grant the desire of all, And may the new year bring you  The best that can befal.
There's just a word or two, dears,  Which I should like to say, If you will kindly listen  To me this Christmas Day. The year will soon be over,  And our Society Will shortly reach its second  Anniversary.
A young child in its first year,  As most of you do know, Has little else to do besides  Stretch its limbs, and grow; But in its second, if it be  A healthy child, 'twill walk, And cease to suck its little thumb,  And learn, instead, to talk.
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Thus, we've spent our first in waxing— As country people say; Our second one in steadying  Our steps, from day to day; But now our third year's coming,  'Tis time to let folks see That we are not a sickly shrub,  But a healthy, growing tree.
So rally round your leader, "Iris," who leads the way; Find fresh recruits to join our force,  And work while it is day; Then, when the hour of action comes,  Each loyal one will be Proud when the Herald's voice proclaims  Aloud "Our Victory!"

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