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By freedom rous'd, from populous cities swarms
Forsook their trades or arts and flew to arms.
“Fly, fly!” exclaim'd the recent married fair,
“To war my love! my heart attends thee there:
Though born a woman, not for slavery born,
I hate a tyrant and a coward scorn:
Fear not for all that's dear to change, in war,
Thy bloom for wounds and beauty for a scar—
Then brown with dust and blood from battles won,
Swift to my arms, my loveliest hero! run—
All ills forgotten—caught from breast to breast
The rapt'rous glow—caressing and carest—
Then shall we prove the joys of heav'n in store,
To meet in freedom and to part no more.”