The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1847-09-11
Ode TO the Battle OF PIattsburg.

In the wellcontested field,
Aiter struggles stern and glorious
Saw the Gallo eagle yield;
Fired with hopes of fame and plumber,
Recent deeds of arms their boast
Albion's chosen WELD her thunder,
Thrice outnumberng all our host
Our gallant van is turned on, on, or all is lost.
See, in dark and threatening notion
On the cold and CLASSY lake.
Ride the naughty of ocean,
Gliding in their leaders wake
Round each protnontory sweeping,
Every point their sails enclose,
Whilst each pass and valley keeping,
On the shore in dread repose,
They wait the sgnal-gun to charge upon their foes.
See, our yeonen, how they muster,
Few but fred with pous hame
Round Macomb they gallant cluster,
And the post of peril claim.
Such Thermopylie's defenders
When by hostile myriads prest,
Daring DEATH each hero tenders
Firmly to the foe his breast:
Such, fixed in silence stern upon their arms they rest
Is there one from danger 6nching,
In yon sefdevoted band,
Who their rifles firmly cienching,
Line the rivers rocky strand
Sres, with locks all thinned and hoary,
Lead their offspring to the field,
Pointing to those days of glory
When their weapons they could WELD.
And Saratoga saw the flag OF Britain yield
Hank the stiaed, deep emotion,
Banching yon pale matron's brow,
AS she arms with wild devotion,
Him who claimed her youthful vow.
See with noble passion burning,
Yon fair maiden's brghtnng charms
GO" she cries, with eyes o'erstreaming,
$50, your country calls to
'One look one last embrace-now rush to wars alarms
What, before hired invader
Shall the of freedom fly
Never! ere one step degrade her.
For our country all will die.
Stretched beneath Columbia's banner
Pierced with wounds each manly breast;
Bright shall be our bed of honor
And our hour of slumber blest,
If from those of fame their laures but wrest
Lo their coursers, fercey prancing
On the war emblazoned plain
Mark their bayonets brightly glancing
Der the columns lengthening train.
Proudly floating, their pennons,
Dyed in blood ON Spania's coast !;
List the thunder OF their cannons,
Rolling midst tn advancing host
Now, for our native land. To arms and to your post
Hark the signal sound of battle,
On the land and liquid plain
Peals peals successive rattle
As they spread their deadly ira in
Hank where trebly loud they Numbered:
Twas when changing stroke for stroke,
BY the stream posts were sundered;
Then nces5ant Hastings broke
Bright sheets of vivid fame through whirls of wreathng
smoke
Thicker yet our missiles hurting;
Rocks the earth at every peal
From the land and lake upcurling
Thicker clouds the conceal.
But where darkest storms lowering
Red with fires that flash below,
There MACoMB stands proudly towering
In the battles fiercest glow;
Coumba's thunder points to crush the rushing foe
See +! our forest marksmen, kneeng
Meath the rocks of yonder banks,
Their unerring aim concealing,
I'LL they mark the thickest ranks.
Long Saranac's reedy border,
Rings the rife, of aim
While, recoilng in disorder,
Trimmed his ranks and. damped his flame,
The batlled Toe falls back, with mingled rage and shame
From the charge at length retiring,
Now they ponder where to break
As the din OF war expiring,
Sinks upon the silent lake.
List the cries of Joyous hailing!
Through yon clouds, that slowly rise.
See the flag of Britain trailing,
While Coumblas banner flies!
Her stars and stripes alone hang her native skies
Night comes The foe all trembling,
Flies the decided fight,
And his fate, no more dissembling
Through the darkness speeds his fight.
Freedoms sons, exulting loudly,
As the vanquished British fly,
High their weapons waving proudly,
With huz2as they rend the sky,
And shout Our country, homes, MAcoMB, and victory