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 Into our wounds, ambitious ear best pleas'd With the War's clamor and the groan of Death, Was deaf to prayer. Day after day fled on; We heard no voice of comfort; never aid Arriv'd. And now the loathliest food was sought, And now the wretched ones lay in our streets Crying for food, and dying as they cry'd— Oh God it was a dreadful sight to see! Yet still we struggled nobly. Blanchard still Spoke of the savage fury of the foe, Of captives massacred at Azincour, Of ravaged Caen, and of her gallant sons In cold blood murder'd. Then his scanty food "Sharing