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MORN AND EVE.
Calm and bright the Morn was bending
O'er the sylvan town of Clare;
Slow the pale blue smoke ascending
Lost itself in dew and air!
As, by peace and beauty bounded,
Thus I gaz'd upon its charms,
Swift a martial trumpet sounded,
And the drum re-beat to arms!
O'er the sylvan town of Clare;
Slow the pale blue smoke ascending
Lost itself in dew and air!
As, by peace and beauty bounded,
Thus I gaz'd upon its charms,
Swift a martial trumpet sounded,
And the drum re-beat to arms!
Sudden, troop on troop, advancing,
Swept the trampled plain below:
Helm and spear and bayonet glancing,
Answer'd quick the trumpet's blow:
Like a wild and fiery ocean,
Soon the waves of battle spread—
Foe to foe in red commotion;
Struggling life, and gory dead!
Swept the trampled plain below:
Helm and spear and bayonet glancing,
Answer'd quick the trumpet's blow:
Like a wild and fiery ocean,
Soon the waves of battle spread—
Foe to foe in red commotion;
Struggling life, and gory dead!
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Bright the beam of Morn came shining
Over mead and vale and flood;
Dim the sun, at its declining,
Show'd a scene of woe and blood!
Many a shrieking maiden fainted,
With a grief no time hath heal'd:
Oh! the bloom, which morn had painted!
Oh! the blight, which night reveal'd!
Over mead and vale and flood;
Dim the sun, at its declining,
Show'd a scene of woe and blood!
Many a shrieking maiden fainted,
With a grief no time hath heal'd:
Oh! the bloom, which morn had painted!
Oh! the blight, which night reveal'd!
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