Swanwick the Loyalist am I,
And Loyalty with me shall die,
The only Loyalist, I say,
In Britain and America:
Mongrils the rest, and trimmers are,
With me not worthy to compare;
Nor shall they rob me of my boast,
That I have done, and suffer’d most,
Nor can the treasures of the Nation
Make me sufficient Compensation.
Look on my honest, open face,
And let it speak the Owner’s praise;
What graces in the features shine,
What Loyalty in every line!
What generous Passion for the Fair,
Which marks an Hero’s Character!
Peruse my Countenance, and see
The Picture of Sincerity,
Of truth, and patriotic zeal,
Of fortitude invincible:
Then, when you have the whole survey’d,
And found the Substance in the Shade,
Exclaim with rapturous delight,
“Amazing Man, transporting Sight!
“His Virtues and exploits are such,
“He cannot praise himself too much,
“But may with modesty declare
“No merit can with his compare.
“In vain we seek in ancient story
“A Rival of his matchless glory,
“In modern times we seek in vain:
“He, only HE, the godlike man,
“Who doth all excellence excel,
“Can be his own Great Parellel![”]