Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1830-03-30

Twas courage stern and deep!
Proudly, as conquerors come
From field their arms have won,
With bugle-bast and beat of drum,
The Briton host came on;
Their banners unfurled. and gaily streaming
Their Furnished arms in the sunlight cleaning;
Fearless Of peril, valour high,
With joyous glee they were idly dreaming
Of bloodless triumph nigh:
The heavy tread Of the war-horse praacing-
The lightning CLEAN of the bayonets glancing-
Broke on the ear, and flashed on the eye,
Asthe columned foe in their strength advancing,
Pealed their war-notes to the echoing sky
Twas gallant bank that marshalled there,
With the dragon-Aag upborne in air;
For England gathered then her pride,
The brasest Of warrior land;
Names to heroick deeds allied,
The strong of heart and hand
They came in their panopIied might,
In the pride of their chivarous name;
For musick to them were the sounds Of the fight
On the red-carnage fields was their altar of fame
They came as the ocean-wave comes in its wrath,
When the storm-spirit ffowns on the deep;
They came as the mountain-wind comes on its path,
When the tempest hath reused it from sleep;
They we're met as the rock meets the wave,
And dashes its fury to air;
They as the foe should be met by the brave
With hearts for the conflict, but not for despair
what power hath strayed that wild career?
Not mercy's voice-nor thrill of fear;
It's the dead recoil of the booming wave,
Ere it sweeps the bark to its yawning grave
IT'S the fearful hour of the brooding storm,
Ere the lightning-bolt hath sped;
The shock hath come and the life blood warm,
sCongeals on the breast of the dead!
The. strife-the taunt-the death-cry loud
Are pealng through the sulphurous cloud,
As hand to hand each foe engages
While hearts that ne FER to monarch bowed,
And belted Knights to the combat crowd;
A fearless throngfhe contest wages
And eye to eye, the meek-ths proud
Meet darkly meath the battle-shroud;
'Tis the feast Of death where the conflict RACES
Wc! for the land thou tramplest Ger,
Death-dealing fend of war!
Thy battle-hoofs died in gore,
Red hayock drives thy car;
Wo! for the dark and desolate,
Down crushed beneath thy tread.
Thy frown hath been as whitening fate,
To the mourning and the dead
Woa forthe pleasant cottage-home,
The love-throng at the door;
Vainly they think his steps wiF come
Their cherished Games no more
Wo! for thehroken hearted,
The loyed-one by the hearth;
Wo for the bliss departed
The Plead gone from earth!
Twas day Of changeful fate,
For the foe Of the banneredlne;
And the host that at morn in state,
Were a broken throng ere the suns decline;
And many warriors heart was cold,
And many soaring hope was crushed
Where the crimson tide of battle rolled,
And the avenging legions rushed!
Wreaths for the living conqueror!
And glory's need for the perish'd!
No trophed stone may their deeds restore.
But the hero names are cherished;
When the summons flew for the patriot-call,
They gave no thought to the CORY pail,
But pressed tothe fght as festival.
They barred them to the sabre stroke,
Nor quaiied an eye when the fury broke!
They fought like men who dared to die
4For Freedom" was their battle-cry--
And loud it rung through the conflict smoke.
:. Up with anation'sbanaersi g. They fly .s.s.
With an eagle-fight
To the far blue sky
IT'S glorious sight, 1890.
As they hoat abroad in the azure light.
Andsheir fame shall never die j ..ssA 49,