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<p>The storm is <del>gathering roused;- Earth is</del> <add>bursting as the wretched world</add> filled<lb/> | |||
'' | With <del><gap/></del> <add>hired</add> assassins spreading like a <del>flood</del> sea<lb/> | ||
Armed for destruction, – <del>exercised in blood</del> <add>trained to cruelty</add> | |||
They will'd the accursed thunderbolts of war<lb/> | |||
he sword pursues, – the flamer devours – & far<lb/> | |||
And <del>made</del> <add>near</add> destruction, <add>around it pestilence</add> famine & despair<lb/> | |||
Ravage the fields & taint the <del><gap/></del> <add>innocent</add> air<lb/> | |||
More <del>dreadful for</del> <add>terrible</add> than even sword & flame!<lb/> | |||
And these are warriors – honored with the name<lb/> | |||
Of <del>glory</del> heroism & glory – There must wear<lb/> | |||
Undying Laurels on their sanguine brows!!<lb/> | |||
Come forth ye murdering conquerors – answer now<lb/> | |||
How are ye better than that tyrant old<lb/> | |||
Who joy'd while <add>black &</add> burning ruins roll'd<lb/> | |||
O'er his death – & freedom & slaves? <del>And ye</del> <add>Ye <del>raptured</del> too</add> can see<lb/> | |||
This excellent world in flames – if mid the cries<lb/> | |||
Of widows & of orphans agonies<lb/> | |||
Ye hear the hellish shouts of "victory"!</p> | |||
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The storm is gathering roused;- Earth is bursting as the wretched world filled
With hired assassins spreading like a flood sea
Armed for destruction, – exercised in blood trained to cruelty
They will'd the accursed thunderbolts of war
he sword pursues, – the flamer devours – & far
And made near destruction, around it pestilence famine & despair
Ravage the fields & taint the innocent air
More dreadful for terrible than even sword & flame!
And these are warriors – honored with the name
Of glory heroism & glory – There must wear
Undying Laurels on their sanguine brows!!
Come forth ye murdering conquerors – answer now
How are ye better than that tyrant old
Who joy'd while black & burning ruins roll'd
O'er his death – & freedom & slaves? And ye Ye raptured too can see
This excellent world in flames – if mid the cries
Of widows & of orphans agonies
Ye hear the hellish shouts of "victory"!
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