by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Discord dire sister
Language: English 
Discord dire sister 
of the slaught'ring pow'r,
Small at her birth, 
but rising ev'ry hour,
While scarce the skies 
her horrid head can bound, 
she stalks on earth
and shakes the world around.

But lovely peace in angel's form
descending quells the rising storm,
Soft ease and sweet content
shall reign and discord never rise again.


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