Sonnet. To Peace.
Come long-lost blessing! heaven-lov'd seraph, haste, On pity's wings upborne, a world's wide woes Invoke thy smiles extatic, long effac'd, Beneath the tear which all corrosive flows; While reason shudders, let ambition weep, When wounding truth records what it has done: Records the hosts consign'd to death's cold sleep, Conspicuous 'mid the pomp of conflicts won! Shall not the fiend relent, while groaning age Pours its deep sorrows o'er its offspring slain; While sire-robb'd infants mourn the deathful rage, In many a penury enfeebled strain? Sweet maid, return! behold affliction's tear, And in my theme accept a nation's prayer.
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