Friday, July 06, 2007

The Revolution Encoded in Poetry

Brian
The following poem appeared in a revolutionary-era Philadelphia newspaper. Read straightforward, it condemns the brewing political sentiment against the crown:
Hark! Hark! the trumpet sounds, the din of war's alarms,
O'er seas and solid grounds, doth call us all to arms;
Who for King George doth stand, their honors soon shall shine;
Their ruin is at hand, who with the Congress join.
The acts of Parliament, in them I much delight,
I hate their cursed intent, who for the Congress fight;
The Tories of the day, they are my daily toast,
They soon will sneak away, who independence boast;
Who non-resistance hold, they have my hand and heart,
May they for slaves be sold, who act a Whiggish part;
On Mansfied, North and Bute, may daily blessings pour,
Confusion and dispute, on Congress evermore;
To North and British lord, may honors still be done,
I wish a block or cord, to General Washington.
Read another way, it is pro-Revolution. Can you find the code? Futility Closet has the answer.

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