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PG-P.763.015
26 May 1763:11 (1796)
Extract from the Dialogue on Peace, pronounced at the late
public Commencement in the College of this City.
Not with more pleasure o'er the fragrant lawn
Sports the fleet hare, or bounds th' exulting fawn,
When to black storms succeeds the solar ray,
And gilds each beauty of the smiling day,
Than my heart gladdens at the dawn of peace,
As wrath subsides, and war's loud tumult cease.
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No drum shall animate the soldier's breast,
Nor piercing fife arouse him from his rest,
The trump shrill-sounding, and the clang of arms,
Shall shake the plain no more with dire alarms.
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