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Wondering they listen to the wonderous tale, But no repining thought such tales excite: Only a wish, if wishes might avail, Was haply felt, with juvenile delight, To mingle in the social dance at night, Where the broad moonshine, level as a flood, O'erspread the plain, and in the silver light, Well-pleased, the placid elders sate and view'd The sport, and seem'd therein to feel their youth renew'd.

But when the darker scenes their mother drew, What crimes were wrought when drunken fury raged, What miseries from their fatal discord grew When horde with horde in deadly strife engaged: The rancorous hate with which their wars they waged, The more unnatural horrors which ensued, When, with inveterate vengeance unassuaged, The victors round their slaughtered captives stood, And babes were bro't to dip their little hands in blood: