Ah! my blest Teacher, spare; my Strength is spent, And was at best a Child's. Some younger Voice Excite; whose Song un-disappointed Hope May help to heighten--Must I not refuse? Dictate.--Howe'er discourag'd, lo! I speak Once more, and trust in thy Almighty Pow'r. WAR, Man-destroying, City-wasting WAR, Fell, horrid, hellish, execrable WAR, In rough, discordant Notes I mean to curse, Not sing. Can Harmony, and tuneful Sounds, Agree with WAR'S mad Deeds, and hideous Din? Willing, to others I resign the Praise Of pleasing, while their Art its Horrors paints. I seek to move Abhorrence of its Cause, And Fears, while Indignation forms the Verse, That should be writ w…
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