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Now he lliakes his pond'ious fpear. — 



Yet hear, O Mars ! a moment hear ■ 



Think on the Orphan's piercing cries ; 

 Think on the Matron's ll reaming eyes ; 

 Think on the dying Father's Tpeeciilefs woe : — 

 Oh I think on ihefe, and yet fulpend the blow. 



And thou, Bellona ! who wert wont 

 Acrofs the embattled field to drive 

 Thy foaming couriers, urging (till 

 Thy brother to the burled fight, 

 The while fell difcord rudely dight 

 ]n tatter'd garments flies the car before — 

 Her tatter'd garments drench'd (O dreadful fight !) in 

 human gore ! 



To thee we bend. O Goddefs ! grant our prayer. 

 Quick from forth this blood-llain'd plain, 



Turn thy chariot's falchion'd wheels: 

 O contemplate yon heaps of fi.iin ; 



Thiniv. on the pangs our country feels — 

 Our country, once of ufeful arts the nurfe, 

 Now groaning from a Tyrant's heavieif, deadlieft curfe. 



To the Editor of the Bee, 

 \'VnAT name fo proper to exprefs 



A. well directed plan. 

 That boalts the philanthropic aim, 



Of ufefulnefs to man. 



The Eee from every opteniiig flower, 



r.ulls with induftrious care, 

 Thofe fweets, which, wrought witliin her eel', 



Afford delicious fare, 



Wliether they grace the gay parlcrrj, 

 (.)r deck the humble 'jlain , 



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