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From the same.
Upon the Defence of the Fort.
From this small Spot of barren Earth
Three thousand Christian Warriors rose
To Heav'n, by an Immortal Birth,
O'erwhelm'd with Multitudes of Foes.
Three thousand Christian Warriors rose
To Heav'n, by an Immortal Birth,
O'erwhelm'd with Multitudes of Foes.
Long they exerted in the Fight
Surprising Prowess, tho' in vain,
Till spent, and failing, in their Might,
The Champions were by Numbers slain.
Surprising Prowess, tho' in vain,
Till spent, and failing, in their Might,
The Champions were by Numbers slain.
In ev'ry Age this fatal Ground
With Deaths distinguish'd has been crown'd,
But never from th'ill-omen'd Soil,
Souls more Heroic gain'd the Sky,
Nor in it, after virtuous Toil,
Did Corps more manly, bury'd lye.
With Deaths distinguish'd has been crown'd,
But never from th'ill-omen'd Soil,
Souls more Heroic gain'd the Sky,
Nor in it, after virtuous Toil,
Did Corps more manly, bury'd lye.
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