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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- by Samuel Webbe (1740 - 1815), "Discord dire sister" [chorus a cappella], glee [text verified 1 time]
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