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A great year and place;
A harsh, discordant, natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother's heart closer than any yet.

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I walk'd the shores of my Eastern Sea,
Heard over the waves the little voice,
Saw the divine infant, where she woke, mournfully wailing, amid the roar of cannon, curses, shouts, crash of falling buildings;

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Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running—nor from the single corpses, nor those in heaps, nor those borne away in the tumbrils;
Was not so desperate at the battues of death—was not so shock'd at the repeated fusillades of the guns.