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POETICAL ESSAY.
Destruction marks thee! o'er the blood-stain'd heath
Is faintly borne the stifled wail of death;
Millions to fight compell'd, to fight or die
In mangled heaps on War's red altar lie.
The sternly wise, the mildly good, have sped
To the unfruitful mansions of the dead.
Whilst fell Ambition o'er the wasted plain
Triumphant guides his car—the ensanguin'd rein
Glory directs; fierce brooding o'er the scene,
With hatred glance, with dire unbending mien,
Is faintly borne the stifled wail of death;
Millions to fight compell'd, to fight or die
In mangled heaps on War's red altar lie.
The sternly wise, the mildly good, have sped
To the unfruitful mansions of the dead.
Whilst fell Ambition o'er the wasted plain
Triumphant guides his car—the ensanguin'd rein
Glory directs; fierce brooding o'er the scene,
With hatred glance, with dire unbending mien,
