Humanity, or the rights of nature, a poem in two books. By the author of sympathy [i.e. S. J. Pratt] |
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Eventful Britain! should the Muse display,
The various blood-tracks which then mark'd thy way,
Should she pursue the havoc of the sword,
That gash'd thee first, then crouching, call'd thee Lord,
Or trace the Deluges of Foreign Gore,
That ran in purple torrents thro' thy shore,
As conquest oft her crimson pinion spread,
And different victors different mischiefs bred;
Thy hardiest Sons would tremble but to view,
The fearful picture that her pencil drew:
Then let her pause ere she these deeds rehearse
A subject sacred to her future verse.
The various blood-tracks which then mark'd thy way,
Should she pursue the havoc of the sword,
That gash'd thee first, then crouching, call'd thee Lord,
Or trace the Deluges of Foreign Gore,
That ran in purple torrents thro' thy shore,
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And different victors different mischiefs bred;
Thy hardiest Sons would tremble but to view,
The fearful picture that her pencil drew:
Then let her pause ere she these deeds rehearse
A subject sacred to her future verse.
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