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Warriors she fires with animated sounds;
Pours balm into the bleeding Lover's wounds;
Melancholy lifts her head,
Morpheus rowzes from his bed;
Sloath unfolds her arms and wakes,
List'ning Envy drops her snakes;
Intestine war no more our Passions wage,
Ev'n giddy Factions hear away their rage.
Pours balm into the bleeding Lover's wounds;
Melancholy lifts her head,
Morpheus rowzes from his bed;
Sloath unfolds her arms and wakes,
List'ning Envy drops her snakes;
Intestine war no more our Passions wage,
Ev'n giddy Factions hear away their rage.
III.
But when our Country's cause provokes to arms,
How martial music ev'ry bosom warms!
So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas,
High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain,
While Argo saw her kindred trees
Descend from Pelion to the main.
Transported demi-gods stood round,
And men grew heroes at the sound,
Enflam'd with glory's charms:
But when our Country's cause provokes to arms,
How martial music ev'ry bosom warms!
So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas,
High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain,
While Argo saw her kindred trees
Descend from Pelion to the main.
Transported demi-gods stood round,
And men grew heroes at the sound,
Enflam'd with glory's charms:
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