* * * Hark the thundring Drums inviting All our forward youth to arms Hark the trumpets sounds exciting Manly Soules with fierce alarms Peace affords an Idle pleasure Glory shines an active flame Life has but too short a Measure Strive to make it long by fame. See the brave by boldly daring Raises trophys of the slain See the brave by nothing fearing Comes in triumph back again The Men admire the Women love him Fortune favours all he does The Powrs that bless the great approve him Praise & Lawrell crown his brows. |
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