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 My children they would sit and listen eager, And bless the all-good Father who preserv'd me.

"Ah me—when war the masters of mankind, Woe to the poor man! If he sow the field, He shall not reap the harvest: if he see His blooming children rise around, his heart Aches at the thought that they are multiplied To the sword! Again from England the fierce foe Rush'd on our ravag'd coasts. In battle bold, Savage in conquest, their victorious King Swept like the desolating tempest round. Dambiere's submits—on Caen's subjected walls Proudly in conquest wav'd the English flag. Bulwark of Normandy, Rouen still remain'd; Nor unresisted round our massy walls Fix'd they their camp. I need not tell Sir Knight How oft and boldly on th' invading host We burst with fierce assault impetuous forth; For many were the warrior Sons of Rouen.  " O'er