 | The domestic affections |  |
Is there a land, where halcyon peace has reign'd,
From age to age, in glory unprofan'd?
Has dwelt serenely in perpetual rest,
“Heav'n in her eye,” and mercy in her breast?
Ah, no! from clime to clime, with ruthless train,
Has war still ravag'd o'er the blasted plain!
His lofty banner to the winds unfurl'd,
And swept the storm of vengeance o'er the world!
From age to age, in glory unprofan'd?
Has dwelt serenely in perpetual rest,
“Heav'n in her eye,” and mercy in her breast?
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Has war still ravag'd o'er the blasted plain!
His lofty banner to the winds unfurl'd,
And swept the storm of vengeance o'er the world!
| The domestic affections | |