As two Divines, their ambling steeds bestriding,
In merry mood o’er Boston neck were riding,
At length a simple structure met their sight,
From which the felon takes his hempen flight,
When, sailor like, he squares accounts with hope,
His all depending on a single rope;
“Ah where, my friend,” cried one, “where now were you
Had yonder gallows been allowed its due?”
“Where,” said the other in sarcastic tone,
“Why where —but riding into town alone.”
From: Lewis, Paul (ed.), The Citizen Poets of Boston. A Collection of Forgotten Poems, 1789-1820, University Press of New England: Hanover and London, p. 33.
(https://books.google.com.au/books?id=b3OBCwAAQBAJ)
Date: 1796
By: “Cam.” (fl. 1796)
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