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fer lovely self in tllirsting Summers

 sheen, Nor ever wanted veIoome--in reality The West must bear the palm for hospl-

 taiity. V, 6 Ii iessa wandering, therefore for

 Rhilc, And bring tdis present canto to an end. Thus far ihe muse has worn one constant

 smile, And talked of peaob--but frowning war

 shaiIeBd His grimmest horrors--and in one great Fire, blood. smoke, carnage ,tumult, death,

 shall blend, To grace with due attraction our next

 canto-- live said fl, and l have it DOW to stand to'