“The axe is (now) laid unto the Root of the Trees; Every Tree therefore which bringeth not forth good Fruit is hewn down, and cast unto the Fire.” Luke Chap. 3. ver. 9
See the Rest of the Articles of the Constitution.
I.
Hark! How the Trumpet's* Sound, Proclaims the Land around The Jubilee! Tells all the Poor oppress'd, No more shall they be cess'd, Nor Landlords more molest Their Property.
II.
Rent t'ourselves now we pay, Dreading no Quarter day, Fraught with distress Welcome that day draws near, For then our rents we share, Earth's rightful Lords we are, Ordain'd for this.
III.
How hath the Oppressor| ceased, And all the world releas'd From Misery!
|The Landed Interest
The Fir-trees all rejoice, And Cedars lift their voice, Ceas'd now the Feller's noise, Long rais'd by thee.
IV.
The Sceptre || now is broke, Which with continual Stroke The Nations smote! Hell from beneath doth rise, To meet thy lofty Eyes, From the most pompous size, How brought to nought!
V.
Since then this Jubilee Sets all at Liberty Let us be glad. Behold each one return To their Right, and their own, No more like Doves to mourn By Landlords sad!
||The grievous Power of the Landed Interest.
Then let us all join Heart in Hand, Through Country Town, and City, Of every Age and every Sex, Young Men and Maidens pretty;
To haste this golden Age's Reign On every Hill and Valley, Then Paradise shall greet our Eyes, Through every Street and Alley.