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Which ever, as the people of one land Meet in contention, fires the human heart With savage thirst of kindred blood, and makes Man lose his nature; rendering him more fierce Than the gaunt monsters of the howling waste. Oft have I heard the melancholy tale, Which, all their native gaiety forgot, These Exiles tell­—How Hope impell'd them on, Reckless of tempest, hunger, or the sword, Till order'd to retreat, they knew not why, From all their flattering prospects, they became The prey of dark suspicion and regret6 : Then, in despondence, sunk the unnerv'd arm Of gallant Loyalty­—At every turn Shame and disgrace appear'd, and seem'd to mock Their scatter'd squadrons; which the warlike youth,