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Rh And neigh amidt the thunder of the war, As virtue to oppoe her welling breat Like a firm hield againt the darts of fate. And when her ons in that rough chool have learn'd To mile at danger, then the hand that rais'd Shall huh the torm, and lead the hining train Of peaceful years in bright proceion on. Then hall the hepherd's pipe, the mue's lyre, On ' hores be heard: her grateful ons With loud acclaim and hymns of cordial praie Shall hail their high deliverers; every name To virtue dear be from oblivion natch'd, And plac'd among the tars: but chiefly thine, Thine,, with weetet ound hall dwell On their applauding lips; thy acred name, Endear'd to long poterity, ome Mue, More worthy of the theme, hall conecrate To after-ages, and applauding worlds Shall bles the godlike man who av'd his country. So