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378 And yawning forth a grave for those who lay

Upon their bucklers for a winding sheet—

Such is the absorbing hate when warring nations meet!

LXIV.

The Earth to them was as a rolling bark

Which bore them to Eternity—they saw

The Ocean round, but had no time to mark

The motions of their vessel; Nature's law,

In them suspended, recked not of the awe

Which reigns when mountains tremble, and the birds

Plunge in the clouds for refuge, and withdraw

From their down-toppling nests; and bellowing herds

Stumble o'er heaving plains—and Man's dread hath no words.