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WAR.
Gentle Peace, on ruffled pinion,
Flies from Freedom's injured realm;
War extends his rough dominion,
Vengeance nodding on his helm.
Flies from Freedom's injured realm;
War extends his rough dominion,
Vengeance nodding on his helm.
Harshly sounds the trumpet's clamor,
While our warriors leap to arms;
Beauty shrinks in fearful tremor,
Snatching graces from alarms.
While our warriors leap to arms;
Beauty shrinks in fearful tremor,
Snatching graces from alarms.
Harsh to us the martial clarion,
Who with peace and freedom blest,
Bade the desert, drear and barren,
Smile a garden in the west.
Who with peace and freedom blest,
Bade the desert, drear and barren,
Smile a garden in the west.
Harsh to us, whose fair pretensions
Ne'er infringed a nation's right,
Who have tamely borne aggressions,
Rather than engage in fight.
Ne'er infringed a nation's right,
Who have tamely borne aggressions,
Rather than engage in fight.
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