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ON WAR Why these scenes that would the feeling mind This sport of death, this cockpit of mankind Why sobs the widow in perpetual pain Why cries the orphan x oh my father’s slain Why hangs the sire his paralytic head And nods with manly grief my son is dead Oh could I paint the passion I can feel Or paint a horror that would wound like steel To the unfeeling unrelenting mind I’d send a torture and relieve mankind

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ON WAR Why these scenes that would the feeling mind This sport of death, this cockpit of mankind Why sobs the widow in perpetual pain Why cries the orphan x oh my father’s slain Why hangs the sire his paralytic head And nods with manly grief my son is dead Oh could I paint the passion I can feel Or paint a horror that would wound like steel To the unfeeling unrelenting mind I’d send a torture and relieve mankind
Listed on Page Number
255
Sampler Worked By
Ann May Horwell
Date of Sampler
1798
Place Sampler Made
Alexandria, VA
Sampler Listed on Page
53
Author/Publication/Country/Date
Paine, Thomas. “An Address to Lord Howe” Pennsylvania Packet.1791. https://journals.psu.edu/pmhb/article/download/41002/40723
Notes
This verse are taken from is from an address to Lord Howe in a poem by Thomas Paine (1737-1809). Ann Paine opened a school in her father’s home to teach reading and needlework. Piece is in collection of Colonial Williamsburg.