Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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Ode on the Return of Peace.
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Ode on the Return of Peace.
Now fled is the demon of death from the field,
And Bellona her ensign hath furl'd;
No more doth the soldier the red weapon wield,
Nor with blood drench the grief-laden world.
And Bellona her ensign hath furl'd;
No more doth the soldier the red weapon wield,
Nor with blood drench the grief-laden world.
The trumpet no more wakes the dew-chilled camp,
Nor the swell of the thundering drum;
No dense sulph'rous smoke dims the sky's glorious lamp;
All the furies of war now are dumb.
Nor the swell of the thundering drum;
No dense sulph'rous smoke dims the sky's glorious lamp;
All the furies of war now are dumb.
Lovely Peace waves the white flag of truce round her head,
And no wife, child, or parent doth mourn;
Joy tunes, at the signal, the sweet rural reed
For the stay of her country's return.
And no wife, child, or parent doth mourn;
Joy tunes, at the signal, the sweet rural reed
For the stay of her country's return.
O Britain, forget not the perilous time
When the blood of thy children was shed;
When, throughout the whole earth, in war's contest sublime,
Thy death-daring sons bravely bled!
When the blood of thy children was shed;
When, throughout the whole earth, in war's contest sublime,
Thy death-daring sons bravely bled!
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