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190  I bade thee sow the seeds of peace, And share those joys that never cease, Which no rude sorrows mar; And hast thou all my love forgot, My sacred precepts heeded not, But bartered Heaven for War?"

 

, amid the snares Of Time's uncertain way, Of thousand nameless fears the sport, Of countless ills the prey:

A stranger 'mid the land Where thy probation lies, In peril from each adverse blast And e'en from prosperous skies,

In peril from thy friends, In peril from thy foes, In peril from the rebel heart That in thy bosom glows;

Hast thou no Father's house Beyond this pilgrim scene, That thou on Earth's delusive props With bleeding breast dost lean? 