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How swell'd the harp, the lyre, the voice, To bless, to triumph, to rejoice! How kneeling rapture led the song, How glow'd th' exulting cherub-throng! When the fair orb, arising bright, Sprang into glory, life, and light! —Oh! Heav'n, how chang'd, a thorny waste. With shadows dimtn'd, with clouds o'ercast! See passions desolate the ball, See kingdoms, thrones, and empires fall! See mad Ambition's whirlwind sweep, Resistless as the wintry deep! See, waving thro' the troubled sky, His crimson banner glare on high! Blush, Anger! blush, and hide thy sword; Weep, Conquest! weep, imperious lord! And mourn, to view thy sullied name Inscrib'd in blood—emblaz'd in flame! And are those cries, which rend the air, Of death, of torture, of despair,