Yet let thy Advent be the Soldier's song, No longer doom'd to grapple with the Foe With Teeth and NailsWhen close in view, and in Each-other's grasp, to grin, and hack, and stab; Then tug his horrid weapon from one breast To hide it in another:with clear hands He now expertly poizing thy bright tube, At distance kills, unknowing and unknown; Sees not the wound he gives, nor hears the shriek Of him whose breast he pierces....