Unbounded Courage and Compassion join'd,
Temp'ring each other in the Victor's Mind,
Alternately proclaim him Good and Great,
And make the Heroe and the Man compleat.
Long did he strive th'obdurate Foe to gain
By proffer'd Grace, but long he strove in vain,
'Till fir'd at length he thinks it vain to spare
His rising Wrath, and gives a Loose to War.
In Vengeance rous'd the Soldier fills his Hand
With Sword and Fire, and ravages the Land,
A Thousand Villages to Ashes turns,
In crackling Flames a Thousand Harvests burns,
To the thick Woods the woolly Flocks retreat,
And mixt with bellowing Herds confus'dly bleat;
Their trembling Lords the common Shade partake,
And Cries of Infants sound in ev'ry Brake:
The list'ning Soldier fixt in Sorrow stands,
Loth to Obey his Leader's just Commands;
The Leader grieves, by gen'rous Pity sway'd,
To see his just Commands so well obey'd.