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GOD save each Female's right,
Show to her ravish'd fight
Woman is Free;
Let Freedom's voice prevail,
And draw aside the vail, [sic]
Supreme Endulgence hail.
Sweet Liberty.

Man boasts the noble cause,
Nor yields supine to laws,
Tyrants ordain;
Let woman have a share,
Nor yield to slavish fear,
Her equal rights declare,
And well maintain.

Come forth with sense array'd,
Nor ever be dismae'd
To meet the foe -
Who with assuming hands,
Indict the iron bands,
To obey his rash commands,
And vainly bow.

Oh let the sacred fire
Of Freedom's voice inspire
A Female too; -
Man makes the cause his own,
And fame his acts renown, -
Woman thy fears disown,
Assert thy due.

Think of the cruel chain,
Endure no more the pain
Of slavery: -
Why should a tyrant bid;
Her providence assign'd
Her soul to be confin'd,
Is not her gentle mind
By virtue led?

With this engaging charm,
Where is so much the harm
For her to stand,
We join the grand applause
Of truth and equal laws,
Or lead the noble cause,
Her feeble hand.

Let snarling critics frown,
Their maxims I disown,
Their ways detest; -
By man, your tyrant lord,
Females no more be aw'd,
Let Freedom's sacred word,
Inspire your breath.

Woman aloud rejoice,
Exalt they feeble voice
In cheerful strain;
See Wolstoncraft [sic] (3), a friend,
Your injur'd rights defend,
Wisdom her steps attend,
The cause maintain.

A voice re-echoing round,
With joyful accents found,
"Woman is Free;
Assert the noble claim,
All selfish arts disdain;"
Hark how the note proclaim,
"Woman is Free!"

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