SCENE AT ATHENS.
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He raised his cherub head, with such a cry
Of horror, as I deemed no infant heart
Could utter or conceive.
And they who oft
Stood with the unblenching brave, when the thick air
Steamed like a sulphur-furnace, and the earth
Reeked with fresh blood, and thousand parting souls
Sent forth the fearful groan, did say that naught
'Mid all the appalling ministry of war
Had ever moved them like that wailing babe.
