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Now enter that dwelling—for happiness there Her triumphs is gently revealing : Tread lightly—the father is bending in prayer , And the children around him are kneeling . List !—* Father ! Our Father ! the Father of all Who hast taught us to love one another , O teach us , while others our brethren we call , To love every one as a brother .
For love is thy sceptre , thy shield , and thy sword ; 'Tis thy might and thy majesty blended ; And love is the holy , the hallowing word , By the smiles of heaven ' s angels attended . Yes ! Love is the sister of Peace—is the twin Of Religion—is Virtue ' s own essence ; Whose absence is sorrow , and suffering , and sin—And peace , truth , and glory its presence !
Such last were the sounds , so melodious and pure , Which the winds of the valley had laden ; That I said , O this earth is aparadise sure—And this Valley the Garden of Eden ! But I heard in the distance the screech of the owl , And I saw the black raven glide by me , And I knew not the cause , but it seemed that the scowl Of some fiendish intruder was niorh me .
And soon there was rumbling of noises , —a din That gather ed and grew in the distance : There were clashings and stampings without and within , And the shrieks and the shouts of resistance . No silence—no sleep—all the Demons of Hell Are loosen'd , and madden'd , and raving ; There are rivers of blood—how they widen and swell—Which those beautiful valleys are laving .
What shouts of distress , and what yells of despair ! What agonis'd groans from the foemen—The husbandmen flee from the ruin that ' s there , With the terror-struck children and women . Their houses are blazing—' midst darkness and death They are wand'ring , and weeping , and wailing" , The air is all tainted with sulphurous breath , And the earth human gore is inhaling .
'Twas war—cursed war!—they had come with their hordes Ofmurd'rers those regions to ravage—They lifted their lances , —they brandishM their swords—They utter ed the howls of the savage . And onward through blood and through battle they filed , All reckless—yet—frightful delusion ! They shouted out' Glory !'—yes—* Glory ! 1 and smiled On the ruin— -the woe—the confusion .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1832, page 179, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1808/page/35/
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