To The Pennsylvanians

Days undefiled by luxury or sloth,

Firm self-denial, manners grave and staid,

Rights equal, laws with cheerfulness obeyed,

Words that require no sanction from an oath,

And simple honesty a common growth,

This high repute, with bounteous Nature's aid,

Won confidence, now ruthlessly betrayed

At will, your power the measure of your troth!

All who revere the memory of Penn

Grieve for the land on whose wild woods his name

Was fondly grafted with a virtuous aim,

Renounced, abandoned by degenerate Men

For state-dishonour black as ever came

To upper air from Mammon's loathsome den.

-By William Wordsworth