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THE THIRTY YEARS PEACE.

1845.
A thirty years of peace! There was a time,
Which yet in characters of blood we trace,
When thirty years of homicide and crime
With ravages deform'd fair Europe's face.
But that so long beneath our western skies

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Nor clarion-peal nor tocsin's chime hath rung
Its prelude to a nation's funeral cries,
Should move the grateful heart and thankful tongue.
Alas! the spirits that for carnage thirst
Still range abroad unseen, with malice rife
To gather up the elements of strife:
Which Heaven avert! Thou, England, be the first
To quell their impious rage; and rallying round
Thy peaceful standard may the world be found!