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    There to and fro vvp . yes a sta ^ dar ^ cjisplay'd : — Hah ! See that war-troop , fcjr battje ^ rray'd , To encounter another comes rushing along ! The short space has vanished that kept them apart ; Now weapon meets weapon with horrible clash , And fiercely they're plunged in the enemy ' s heart , And the blood gushes our , whilst blows are renewed . But who are these foes ?—what stranger the lash Of warfare inflicts on these beautiful lands ? And which is he , who , to die where he stands , Or liberty gain for his country , has vowed ? Oi' one nation are all—one language they sneak—By a foreigner all would as brothers be viewed—One lineage they own—one family make'Tis heard in their voice—on their countenance beam ? .

    This earth now gory and clotted with blood , This earth with her fruits has nourished them all—E ' en Nature encircles them , as with a wall , By the mountainous Alps , and the ocean ' s wide stream ? . Alas ! and who was the first to draw His impious weapon a brother to slay ? Oh , horrid thought ! Of this conflict of woe The damnable cause—oh . what can it be ?

    They know not the cause—no object have they , In the mutual barbarous slaughter , but trade—They are sold to a leader—a leader that ' s paid ; * Nor aught of the cause of the war care to see .

    Oh , misery ! Have they no virtuous wives—» No affectionate mothers—these obstinate foes ? Then , why do not they , if they risk their own lives , Drag their dear ones by force from the infamous field ? And the aged , who look to the tomb for repose , Whose thoughts and affections are wedded to peace , Ah ! why do not they * this mad fury to cease , Persuade them ?—Such eloquence must make them \ ieuu As the cottager sometimes reclines at the door Of his quiet abode , and with indolent stare Marks the tempest afur off its hail fiercely pour Upon fields and ^ reeu meadows which he has uot til I'd , So the man , who the dangers and terrors of war From a distance in perfect security views , May he heard of sack'd cities to speak of the news , And number the thousands of fellow-men killed .

    See there those infants who breathlessly dwell On maternal instruction so fondly bestowed t—Words of scorn they are learning—the names lisp and spell Of foes that some day by their hands may be blain . And this bright crowd of beauties— -how vain , how proud

    * This refers to the military custom of those tiiuea , when wa »» between different states were chiefly carried ou hy mercenary leaders , " ( Jondottieri who l «* t themselves out to hire with the troops under their command to any government that eho »« 3 to eiitrsiiro them .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1836, page 227, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2656/page/35/