A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 12
Yet no one of them then turn’d Buffer,
But thought it Honour great, to suffer.
AT length a pious chosen Band
Came here, and left their native Land;
Here while they live, they with Applause,
Both frame, and execute the Laws.
With Indians they had Coalition,
Happy, thrice happy their Condition;
While Heav’n did their Endeavours bless.
Who fertile made a Wilderness.
BUT now alas! with Pain and Grief
(’Tis what we think past all Relief)
We have observ’d our Pow’r is lost
And others want to rule the Roast [sic].
Intestine Feuds and Wars take Place
Of Concord, Unity and Peace.
And thus we see, what’s very strange
All Things, but, our old Tenets change.
We have for ever careful been,
Not to be often caught in Sin,
And still kept up in our Society
A great appearance of true Piety;
