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 An unarmed Man may come unblamed; To ask a grace, that was not claimed Long as your hopes were high, he now May hither bring a fearless brow; When his discountenance can do No injury,—may come to you. Though in your cause no part I bear, Your indignation I can share; Am grieved this backward march to see, How careless and disorderly! I scorn your Chieftains, Men who lead, And yet want courage at their need; Then look at them with open eyes! Deserve they further sacrifice ? My Father! I would help to find A place of shelter, till the rage Of cruel men do like the wind Exhaust itself and sink to rest; Be Brother now to Brother joined! Admit me in the equipage