Julia Alpinula With The Captive of Stamboul and Other Poems. By J. H. Wiffen |
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 | Julia Alpinula |  |
XXVI.
Heaven's angry Angel pour wrath on thee, War!Ambition and Cruelty harness thy car,
And Ruin, and Rapine, and fell Decay,
Herald thee on thy blighting way.
Thou cancellest Treaty at thy nod,
Crumblest the robes of the Priest God;
On the palace of kings and the peasant's cot
Thou turnest thy visage and they are not;
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And infancy's ashes fill innocent urns.
Wrath on thee, War! thou hast given to the tomb
Tens of thousands to dread the day of doom;
Thou hast fixed on the age that is rolling by,
The terrible charm of the rattle-snake's eye;
They have come to thy altar with fire and spell
To people the chambers of death and hell.
Yet royalty smiles, and yet Beauty vows,
They crown thee with laurel and myrtle-boughs;
And minstrels throng to their hallowed spring,
Thy sanctioned homicides to sing;
Dealing to nations a frenzied fire,
Sorrow to mercy, and shame to the lyre!
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