In vain the 'waken'd infant's accents shrill
The humble regions of the cottage fill;
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In vain the Cricket chirps the mansion through,
'Tis war, and Blood and Battle must ensue.
As when, on humble stage, him Satan hight
Defies the brazen Hero to the fight;
From twanging strokes what dire misfortunes rise,
What fate to maple arms, and glassen eyes;
Here lies a leg of elm, and there a stroke