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And thou whose promise is deceit, no more thy word we'll
trust; Thou butcher Gage, thy power and thee we'll humble in the
dust; Thou and thy tory minister have boasted to thy brood, “The lintels ofthe faithful shall be sprinkled with our blood." But though these walls those lintels be, thy zeal is all in
vain,A thousand freemen shall rise up for every freeman slain! And when o'er trampled crowns and thrones they raise the
mighty shout, This soil their Palestine shall be-their altar this redoubt!
See how the morn is breaking! the red is in the sky;
For the ruddy flash and round shot part in thunder from her
side; And the Falcon and the Cerberus make every bosom thrill, With gun and shell and drum and bell and boatswain's
whistle shrill, But deep and wider grows the trench as spade and mattock For we have to cope with fearful odds, and the time is draw
Up with the pine-tree banner! Our gallant Prescott stands Amid the plunging shell and shot, and plants it with his
hands; Up with the shout! for Putnam comes upon his reeking bay, With bloody spur and foamy bit, in haste to join the fray; And Pomeroy, with his snow-white hairs, and face all flush
and sweat, Unscathed by French ard Indian, wears a youthful glory
But thou, whose soul is glowing in the summer of thy years Unvanquished Warren, thou-the youngest of thy peersWert born, and bred, and shaped and made to act a patriot's
part, And dear to us thy presence is as life-blood to the heart. Well may you bark, ye British wolves-with leaders such as
they, Not one will fail to follow where they choose to lead the way! As once before, scarce two months since, we followed on
your track, And with our rifles marked the road you took in going back!
Ye slew a sick man in his bed; ye slew with hands accursed A mother nursing, and her blood fell on the babe she nursed; By their own doors our kinsmen fell, and perished in the
strife; But as we hold a hireling's cheap, and dear a freeman's life, By Tanner-Brook and Lincoln-Bridge, before the shut of sun, We took the recompense we claimed,-a score for every one !
Tark! from the town a trumpet! The barges at the wharf Are crowded with the living freight, and now they're push
ing off; With clash and glitter, trump and drum, in all its bright ar
ray, Behold the splendid sacrifice move slowly o'er the bay! And still and still the barges fill, and still across the deep, Like thunder-clouds along the sky, the hostile transports
sweep; And now they're forming at the Point, and now the lines
advance; We see beneath the sultry sun their polished bayonets glance; We hear a-near the throbbing drum, the bugle challenge
ring; Quick bursts and loud the flashing cloud, and rolls from wing
to wing. But on the height our bulwark stands, tremendous in its
gloom, As sullen as a tropic sky, and silent as a tomb; And so we waited till we saw at scarce ten rifles' length The old vindictive Saxon spite, in all its stubborn strength; When sudden, flash on flash, around the jagged ramparts
burst, From every gun the livid light, upon the foe accursed.
Then quailed a monarch's might before a freeborn people's
ireThen drank the sward the veteran's life, where swept the
yeoman's fire ; Then, staggered by the shot, we saw their serried columns
reel And fall, as falls the bearded rye beneath the reaper's steel; And then arose a mighty shout, that might have waked the
dead, “Hurrah! they run-the field is won! Hurrah ! the foe is
fed!" And every man has dropped his gun to clutch a neighbor's
hand. As his heart keeps praying all the while for home and na
d'hrice on that day we stood the shock of thrice a thousand
foes, And thrice that day within our lines the shout of victory
rose; And though our swift fire slackened then, and, reddening in
the skies, We saw from Charlestown's roofs and walls the flamy columns
rise ; Yet while we had a cartridge left, we still maintained the Nor gained the foe one foot of ground upon that blood-stain
ed height. What though for us no laurels bloom, nor o'er the nameless
brave No sculptured trophy, scroll, nor hatch, records a warrior's
grave? What though the day to us was lost ? Upon the deathless
page The everlasting charter stands, for every land and age! For man hath broke his felon bonds and cast them in the
dust, And claimed his heritage divine, and justified his trust; While through his rifted prison-bars the hues of freedom
pour, O'er every nation, race, and clime, on every sea and shore, Such glories as the patriarch viewed, when, 'mid the darkest
skies, He saw above the ruined world the bow of promise rise.
THE AMERICAN FLAG.-H. W. BEECIIER, A thoughtful mind, when it sees a nation's flag, sees not Ine flag only, but the nation itself; and whatever may be its symbols, its insignia, he reads chiefly in the flag the gov. ernment, the principles, the truths, the history, which belong to the nation that sets it forth.
When the French tricolor rolls out to the wind, we see France. When the new-found Italian flag is unfurled, we see resurrected Italy. When the other three-cornered Hungarian flag shall be lifted to the wind, we shall see in it the long-buried but never dead principles of Hungarian liberty. When the united crosses of St. Andrew and St. George on a fiery ground set forth the banner of Old England, we see not the cloth merely; there rises up before the mind the noble aspect of that monarchy, which, more than any other on the globe, has advanced its banner for liberty, law, and national prosperity.
This nation has a banner too; and wherever it streamell abroad, men saw daybreak bursting on their eyes, for the American flag has been the symbol of liberty, and men rejoiced in it. Not another flag on the globe had such an errand, or went forth upon the sea, carrying everywhere, the world around, such hope for the captive and such glorious tidings.
The stars upon it were to the pining nations like the morning stars of God, and the stripes upon it were beams of morning light.
As at early dawn the stars stand first, and then it grows light, and then as the sun advances, that light breaks into banks and streaming lines of color, the glowing red and intense white striving together and ribbing the horizon with bars effulgent, so on the American flag, stars and beams of many colored light shine out together. And wherever the flag comes, and men behold it, they see in its sacred emblazonry, no rampant lion and fierce eagle, but only LIGHT, and every fold significant of liberty.
The history of this banner is all on one side. Under it rode Washington and his armies ; before it Burgoyne laid down his arms. It waved on the highlands at West Point; it floated over old Fort Montgomery. When Arnold would have surrendered these valuable fortresses and precious legacies, his night was turned into day, and his treachery was driven away, by the beams of light from this starry banner.
It cheered our army, driven from New York, in their solitary pilgrimage through New Jersey. It streamed in light over Valley Forge and Morristown. It crossed the waters rolling with ice at Trenton; and when its stars gleamed in the cold morning with victory, a new day of hope dawned on the despondency of the nation. And when, at length, the long years of war were drawing to a close, underneath the folds of this immortal banner sat Washington while Yorktown surrendered its hosts, and our Revolutionary struggles ended with victory.
Let us then twine each thread of the glorious tissue of our country's flag about our heartstrings; and looking upon our homes and catching the spirit that breathes upon us from the battle-fields of our fathers, let us resolve, come weal or woe, we will, in life and in death, now and forever, stand by the stars and stripes. They have been unfurled from the snows of Canada to the plains of New Orleans, in the halls of the Montezumas and amid the solitude of every sea; and everywhere, as the luminous symbol of resistless and beneficent power, they have led the brave to victory and to glory, They have floated over our cradles; let it be our prayer and our struggle that they shall float over our graves.
LIDES TO BARY JADE.
The bood is beabig brighdly love,
I'b sittig id the arbor, love
This charbig evedig brigs to bide