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Shall call a guardian angel down
To watch me in the battle.
My ſafety thy fair trath ſhall be
As ſhild and buckler ſerving;
My life ſhall be see dear to me,
Becauſe of thy preſerving.
Let peri come; et horror rereat;
Let thund'ring cannons rattle;
I fearleſs ſeek the conflict'ſ, heat,
Aſſur'd when on the wings, &c
Enough! with that benignant ſmile;
Some kindred ged inſpir'd thee,
Who ſaw thy boſom ve'd of guile,
Who wonder'd add admir'd thee,
I go, aſſur'd, my life, adieu
Tho' thunde'ing canons rattle;
Tho' murd'ring carnage talk is view;
When on the wing of thy dear love;
ſo heaven above, &c.
FINIS.
