Karl Wilhelm Ramler
Ode Xxv. — To Concord
Not always to the heaven's harmonious spheres,
O Concord! listen — wander earth again;
Beneath thy plastic step
The peopled cities climb.
The chain, the scourge, the axe, beside thee bears
Deaf Nemesis — to avenge the wedlock's stain,
The pillage of the cot,
The spilsh of brother's blood.
From the warm ashes of their plunder'd homes,
On thee with clasped hands, with pleading tongue,
The lonely grandsire calls,
The widow'd mother calls,
And she — the flower of virgins now no more,
Doom'd, aye! to shed the unavailing eye
Some ruffian's orphan ...