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man reproving Nature said "I formed thee soft and mild, And laid thee on thy cradle-bed    A tender, tearful child; Thy feeble wail, thy lisping word, The soul of kind affection stirred     To guard thy helpless state; By fragrant flower and tuneful grove, I taught my dialect of Love,     How art thou turned to Hate."

Meek pity spake.—"I lured thy heart    From every cruel deed, To take the trampled insect's part,     The famished sparrow feed,— How dost thou scorn my plaintive prayer! And like the Lion from his lair     The savage combat wage! Thy brother of the clay destroy, And with a fierce, demoniac joy     Seek the red battle's rage."

Religion came with dewy eye, And mournful was her tone; "I taught thee of that glorious sky    Where discord is unknown,