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MG-B(D.778.026
23 Nov 1778:23 (4/187)
TO THE KING OF ENGLAND.
Wednesday, November 11th, 1778.
The rain pours down--the city looks forlorn --
And gloomy subjects suit the howling morn.
Close by my fire; with doors and windows fast,
And sweetly shelter'd from the driving blast,
To gayer thoughts, I bid a day's adieu,
To spend a scene of solitude with you.
. . . [28 lines]
That peace is dull; that joy from sorrow springs,
And war the royal raree show of Kings.
. . . [40 more lines, signed] Common Sense
Philadelphia
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