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_ They snug their huts with the chapel pews, In court houses stable their steeds   Kindle their fires with indentures and bonds, And old Lord Fairfax's parchment deeds; And Virginian gentlemen's libraries old   Books which only the scholar heeds   Are flung to his kennel. It is ravage and range, And gardens are left to weeds. THEY SNUG THEIR HUTS WITH THE CHAPEL PEWS IN COURT HOUSES STABLE THEIR STEEDS KINDLE THEIR FIRES WITH INDENTURES AND BONDS IN OLD LORD FAIRFAX'S PARCHMENT DEEDS AND VIRGINIAN GENTLEMAN'S LIBRARIES OLD BOOKS WHICH ONLY THE SCHOLAR HEEDS ARE FLUNG TO HIS KENNEL IT IS RAVAGE AND RANGE AND GARDENS ARE LEFT TO WEEDS
ld have paused, and thrice, Ere with heat of her hate she hatched The egg with the cockatrice._ A path down the mountain winds to the glade Where the dead of the Moonlight Fight lie low; A hand reaches out of the thin-laid mould As begging help which none can bestow. But the field-mouse small and busy ant Heap their hillocks, to hide if they may the woe: By the bubbling spring lies the rusted canteen, And the drum which the drummer-boy dying let go. _Dust to dust, and blood for blood-- Passion and pangs! Has Time Gone back? or is this the Age Of the world’s great Prime?_ The wagon mired and cannon dragged Have trenched their scar; the plain Tramped like the cindery beach of the damned-- A site for the city of Cain. And stumps of forests for dreary leagues Like a massacre show. The armies have lain By fires where gums and balms did burn, And the seeds of Summer’s reign. _Where are the birds and boys? Who shall go chestnutting when October returns? The nuts-- O, long ere they grow again.  BLASTHEMENT DEALS THE SOUTH SHOULD HAVE PAUSED AND THRICE ERE WITH HEAT OF HER HATE SHE HATCHED THE EGG WITH THE COCKATRICE A PATH DOWN THE MOUNTAIN WINDS TO THE GLADE WHERE THE DEAD OF THE MOONLIGHT FIGHT LIE LOW A HAND REACHES OUT TO THE THIN LAID MOULD AS BEGGING HELP WHICH NONE CAN BESTOW BUT THE FIELD MOUSE SMALL AND BUSY ANT HEAP THEIR HILLOCKS TO HIDE IF THEY MAY THE WOE BY THE BUBBLING SPRING LIES THE RUSTED CANTEEN AND THE DRUM WHICH THE DRUMMER BOY DYING LET GO DUST TO DUST AND BLOOD FOR BLOOD PASSION AND PANGS HAS TIME GONE BACK OR IS THIS THE AGE OF THE WORLD'S GREAT PRIME THE WAGON MIRED AND CANNON DRAGGED HAVE TRENCHED THEIR SCAR THE PLAIN TRAMPED LIKE THE SINDERY BEACH OF THE DAMNED A SIGHT OF THE CITY OF CAIN AND STUMPS OF FORESTS FOR DREARY LEAGUES LIKE A MASSACRE SHOW THE ARMIES HAVE LAIN BY FIRES WHERE GUMS AND BALMS DID BURN IN THE SEEDS OF SUMMER'S RAIN WHERE ARE THE BIRDS AND BOYS WHO SHALL GO CHESTNUTTING WHEN OCTOBER RETURNS THE NUTS OH LONG ERE THEY GROW AGAIN
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