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Ska’1 ciH ■ gwsrdian asgel dow»
To wauh me in the battle.
My fafcty thy fair truth fball be,
A» s.ud buckler ferving ;
Mv lift ihai1 t)e rs«we dear to me,
BcCJufe of thy prcferv.Dg.
La pai come ; e . horror trtfeat;
Lei t und' itig can i#ts rattle ;
1 fei'Lfe feck the C’-aflitt’i heat,
Affur’d when oa the wiags, &e
Enough ! with th.t beoigiant ftnile.
Some kindred g^d.ij fpit’d thee,
W jo faw thy tof m T«'d of gui’e.
Who w^adai^ and admir’d thee,
1 go. tfidr'd my li e, a-Aeu
fiio’.tutmi^ring eannoiu rattle;
Tho’ murd r'ng caraa^e da It ia viesr ;
When oh thewi.g. of thy dearlerej
fo hearec abuve, See.
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