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I never dreamt of what the wretched feel.
The night was comfortless; the loud blasts howl'd,
And as we sat around the social hearth
We heard the rain beat hard: driven by the storm
A warrior mark'd our distant taper's light.350
We heapt the fire: the friendly board was spread:
The bowl of hospitality went round.
The storm beats hard," the stranger cried "safe hous'd
Pleasant it is to hear the pelting rain.
I too were well content to dwell in peace,355
Resting my head upon the lap of Love,
But that my country calls. When the winds roar,
Remember sometimes what a soldier suffers,
And think of Conrade."
"Theodore replied,
Success go with thee. Something I have seen360
Of war, and of its dreadful ravages.
My soul was sick at such ferocity;
And I am well content to dwell in peace
Albeit inglorious, thanking that good God