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8 Shall call a guardian angel down To watch me in the battle.

My ſafety thy fair trath ſhall be As ſhild and buckler ſerving; My life ſhall be see dear to me, Becauſe of thy preſerving. Let peri come; et horror rereat; Let thund'ring cannons rattle; I fearleſs ſeek the conflict'ſ, heat, Aſſur'd when on the wings, &c

Enough! with that benignant ſmile; Some kindred ged inſpir'd thee, Who ſaw thy boſom ve'd of guile, Who wonder'd add admir'd thee, I go, aſſur'd, my life, adieu Tho' thunde'ing canons rattle; Tho' murd'ring carnage talk is view; When on the wing of thy dear love; ſo heaven above, &c.