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ID. QVANDO. ACCIDERIT. NON. SATIS. AVDEO
aVOD. SI. QVID. LICEAT. CREDERE. ADHVC. TAMEN
PETRVS. CRINITVS IN CARMINE
At that dread season when th' indignant North
Pour'd to vain wars her tardy numbers forth,
When Frederic bent his ear to Europe's cry,
And fann'd too late the flame of liberty;
By feverish hope oppress'd, and anxious thought,
In Dresden's grove the dewy cool I sought.
Through tangled boughs the broken moonshine piay'd,
And Elbe slept soft beneath his linden shade;—
Yet slept not all;—I h^ard the ceaseless jar,
The rattling waggons, and the wheels of war;
The sounding lash, the march's mingled hum,
And, lost and heard by fits, the languid drum;
O'er the near bridge the thundering hoofs that trode,
And the far-distant fife that thrill'd along the road.
Yes, sweet it seems across some watery dell
To catch the music of the pealing bell;
And sweet to list, as on the beach we stray,
The ship-bey's carol in the wealthy bay:—
But sweet no less, when justice points the spear,
Of martial wrath the glorious din to hear,
To catch the war-note on the quivering gale,
And bid the blood-red paths of conquest hail.
Oh! song of hope, too long delusive strain!
Thus mused my soul, as in succession drear