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POEMS.
WAR, VICTORY, AND PEACE.
War blew his trumpet, and Man cried—"Destroy!"—
Soon yonder hills heard the cannon's loud rattle:
Morn saw the Warriors rush on to the battle,
Gallant and gay, full of life, full of joy.
Vanquish'd and Victors, with blood their arms blushing,
Pant on the plain, now the night-dew descends:
Fast from their wounds, Lo! the life-stream is gushing;
Faster gush tears from the eyes of their Friends.—
Soon yonder hills heard the cannon's loud rattle:
Morn saw the Warriors rush on to the battle,
Gallant and gay, full of life, full of joy.
Vanquish'd and Victors, with blood their arms blushing,
Pant on the plain, now the night-dew descends:
Fast from their wounds, Lo! the life-stream is gushing;
Faster gush tears from the eyes of their Friends.—
