What Seas of Blood I view! what Worlds of slain!
An Iliad rising from a Day's Campaign!
How fierce his Jav'lin o'er the trembling Lakes
The black-fur'd Hero  shakes!
Unless some fav'ring Deity descend,
Soon will the  loquacious Empire end.
Let dreadful  wing'd with Pity fly,
And make her  blaze before his Eye:
While  refulgent on his ratling Car,
Arrests his raging Rival of the War.