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 And adjurations of the God in heaven) We send our mandates for the certain death Of thousands and ten thousands! Boys and girls, And women that would groan to see a child Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war, The best amusement for our morning meal! The poor wretch, who has learnt his only prayers From curses, who knows scarcely words enough To ask a blessing of his heavenly Father, Becomes a fluent phraseman, absolute And technical in victories and defeats, And all our dainty terms for fratricide, Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues Like mere abstractions, empty sounds to which We join no feeling and attach no form, As if the soldier died without a wound; As if the fibres of this godlike frame Were gor'd without a pang: as if the wretch, Who fell in battle doing bloody deeds, Pass'd off to heaven, translated and not kill'd; As tho' he had no wife to pine for him, No God to judge him!—Therefore evil days