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And basely murder unoffending women ! -
Nor only for ambition.
Leander Enough, enough — such dismal scenes you paint, I almost shudder at the recollection What are they dogs that they would mangle us ? Are these the men that come with base design To rob the hive, and kill the industrious bee!
To brighter skies I turn my ravish'd view,
Acasto And when a train of rolling years are past, (So sung the exil'd seer in Patmos isle) A new Jerusalem, sent down from heaven, Shall grace our happy earth — perhaps this land, Whose ample breast shall then receive, tho' late, Myriads of saints, with their immortal king, To live and reign on earth a thousand years, Thence called Millennium.
Paradise anew Shall Aourish, by no second Adam lost. No dangerous tree with deadly fruit shall grow, No tempting serpent to allure the soul From native innocence. - A Canaan here, Another Canaan shall excel the old, And from a fairer Pisgah's top be seen. No thistle here, nor thorn nor briar shall spring, Earth's curse before : the lion and the lamb, In mutual friendship link'd, shall browse the shrub, And timorous deer with softened tygers stray O'er mead, or lofty hill, or grassy plain : Another Jordan's stream shall glide along, And Siloah's brook in circling eddies flow : Groves shall adorn their verdant banks, on which The happy people, free from toils and death, Shall find secure repose. No fierce disease, No fevers, slow consumption, ghastly plague, (Fate's ancient ministers) again proclaim Perpetual war with man fair fruits shall bloom, Fair to the eye, and grateful to the taste; Nature's loud storms be hush'd, and seas no more Rage hostile to mankind — and, worse than all, The fiercer passions of the human breast
Shall kindle up to deeds of death no more,
Such days the world, And such, America, thou first shalt have, When ages, yet to come, have run their round, And future years of bliss alone remain.