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THE IMMOVABLE; SONG by THOMAS FLATMAN

First Line: WHAT THOUGH THE SKY BE CLOUDED O'ER
Last Line: THE WORST THAT CRUEL MAN CAN DO, IS DONE.
I.

WHAT though the sky be clouded o'er,
And Heav'ns influence smile no more?
Though tempests rise, and earthquakes make
The giddy World's foundation shake?
A gallant breast contemns the feeble blow
Of angry Gods, and scorns what Fate can do.

II.

What if alarums sounded be,
And we must face our enemy,
If cannons bellow out a death,
Or trumpets woo away our breath!
'Tis brave amidst the glittering throng to die,
Nay, Samson-like, to fall with company.

III.

Then let the swordman domineer,
I can nor pike nor musket fear;
Clog me with chains, your envies tire,
For when I will, I can expire;
And when the puling fit of Life is gone,
The worst that cruel man can do, is done.



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