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But deep and wider grows the trench, as spade and mattock ply,
For we have to cope with fearful odds, and the time is drawing nigh!
Up with the pine-tree banner! Our gallant PRESCOTT stands
Amid the plunging shells 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 and Indian, wears a youthful glory yet.
But thou whose soul is glowing in the summer of thy years, Unvanquishable WARREN, thou, the youngest of thy peers, Wert born and bred, and shaped and made, to act a patriot's part,
And dear to us thy presence is as heart's blood to the heart!
Hark! from the town a trumpet! The barges at the wharf Are crowded with the living freight; and now they're pushing
With clash and glitter, trump and drum, in all its bright
Behold the splendid sacrifice move slowly o'er the bay!
And now they're forming at the Point; and now the lines advance:
We see beneath the sultry sun their polished bayonets
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 rampart burst
From every gun the livid light upon the foe accursed.
Then quailed a monarch's might before a free-born people's ire; Then 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 fled!"
And every man hath dropped his gun to clutch a neighbour's
As his heart kept praying all the while for home and native land.
Thrice 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 Charleston'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 bloodstained height.
What though for us no laurels bloom nor o'er the nameless brave
No sculptured trophy, scroll, nor hatch records a warrior grave!
What though the day to us was lost!-upon that deathless
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 the 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 a ruined world the Bow of Promise rise.
On Belshazzar's Feast, see Prophecies of Daniel, chapter v.
To the feast! to the feast!-'tis the monarch commands;
As of the weak zephyrs around her that blow;
With her walls and her bulwarks all power she defies;
Then on to the feast, 'tis the monarch commands;
With silver and gold are her treasuries stored,
A thousand bright cressets the palace illume,
And, hark! the loud flourish of trumpet and drum
By their stations are ranked, and the feast is begun.
Now let the loud chorus of music ascend;
High praise to our gods of brass, iron, and stone;
Now giving full wing, in the festival hour,
To the thoughts of his heart and the pride of his power, The monarch desires the rich vessels of gold,
The pride of high Salem, before she was sold,
To be brought to the banquet. And now hands profane And idolatrous lips their bright purity stain.
All dim in the service of idols abhorred
Grows the chalice that once shone so bright to the Lord.
As his eye round the walls half-inebriate roams;
Amazement!-'tis dashed from his hand,
Grows the noise of the banquet!-all fear-struck and chill
Sit the revellers now; bound up is their breath,
At length words find utterance-" Oh haste, hither call
A chain of bright gold on his neck shall be bound;
The Astrologers come; but their science is vain;
grey with the honours and wisdom of age