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YOUNG SPIRIT.
"Ar'n't these a decent godly race?"
"Ar'n't these a decent godly race?"
OLD SPIRIT.
"The dirtiest thieves on Nature's face."
"The dirtiest thieves on Nature's face."
YOUNG SPIRIT.
"But hark, what cheers they're giving
Their emperor!—And is he a thief?"
"But hark, what cheers they're giving
Their emperor!—And is he a thief?"
OLD SPIRIT.
"Ay, and a cut-throat too;—in brief,
The greatest scoundrel living."
"Ay, and a cut-throat too;—in brief,
The greatest scoundrel living."
YOUNG SPIRIT.
"But say, what were they praying for,
This people and their emperor?"
"But say, what were they praying for,
This people and their emperor?"
OLD SPIRIT.
Why, but for God's assistance
To help their army, late sent out:
And what that army is about,
You 'll see at no great distance."
Why, but for God's assistance
To help their army, late sent out:
And what that army is about,
You 'll see at no great distance."
On wings outspeeding mail or post,
Our sprites o'ertook the Imperial host,
In massacres it wallowed:
A noble nation met its hordes,
But broken fell their cause and swords,
Unfortunate, though hallowed.
Our sprites o'ertook the Imperial host,
In massacres it wallowed:
A noble nation met its hordes,
But broken fell their cause and swords,
Unfortunate, though hallowed.
