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1793.9
The Drum
"Mr. Scott"
[John Scott][1]
The Cambridge Intelligencer (August 3, 1793)[2]
By the Late Mr. Scott, the Quaker.
I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields,
And lures from cities and from fields,
To sell their liberty for charms
Of tawdry lace and glitt'ring arms;
And when Ambition's voice commands,
To fight and fall in foreign lands.
I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To me it talks of ravaged plains,
And burning towns and ruin'd swains,
And mangled limbs, and dying groans,
And widow's tears, and orphans moans,
And all that Misery's hand bestows,
To fill a catalogue of woes.
When we read the above lines, we cannot help breathing forth this ardent prayer—Oh that all the world were, in some respects at least,—Quakers!