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He said, tears flow apace—fierce glow the swains,
Rage fills each honest breast;
In Swedish blood, to wipe away their stains
Was ev'ry thought address'd.
Rage fills each honest breast;
In Swedish blood, to wipe away their stains
Was ev'ry thought address'd.
| American poems, selected and original | |