"Let China's earth, enrich'd with coloured ſtains,
"Pencil'd with gold, and ſtreak'd with azure veins,
"The grateful flavour of the Indian leaf,
"Or Mocho's ſunburnt berry glad receive;
"The nobler metal claims more generous uſe,
"And mine ſhould flow with more exalted juice.
"Did I for this my native bed reſign,
"In the dark bowels of Potoſi's mine?
"Was I for this with violence torn away,
"And drag'd to regions of the upper day?
"For this the rage of torturing furnace bore,
"From foreign droſs to purge the bright'ning ore?
"For this have I endur'd the fiery teſt,
"And was I ſtamp'd for this with Britain's lofty creſt?
"Unbleſt the day, and luckleſs was the hour
"Which doom'd me to a Preſbyterian's power:
"Fated to ſerve the Puritanic race,
