A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 18
ASSIST me, Muse, the Man to paint,
Who whilom was an Outside Saint,
And thought by many to inherit
A double Portion of the Spirit.
But Satan often will prevail
O’er human Flesh, that’s proud and frail;
And when the pious go astray,
The Devil’s in the Fault, not they.
WHEN chosen Men assembled were,
To stop the Ravages of War,
That all Hostilities might cease,
By a fixt, firm and lasting Peace;
Attended, here our Hero came,
In Hopes to eternize his Name;
And ever found of Pomp and Show,
Usurps the Place of Plenipoe.
THIS was not right, and that was wrong,
In one Opinion never long;
He all their measures so perplext,
They knew not what they should do next.
So ‘mongst the Sons of God of old,
The Devil came, as we are told.
