The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1852-06-30
From the Xnickcrbocker Magazine for June
Bunker Hill, A Ballad.

frowned the fleet,
But the pulse of frcemen, not Of slaves, within
our bosoms beat;
And every heart rose high with hope, as fear
lcssly we said
we will be numbered with the free, or num-
bcred with the dead !"
Bring out the line to mark the trench, and
stretch 1t on the sward "
| The trench is markcd-thc tools are brought
we utter not a word,
/ But stack our guns, then fall to work, with
mattock and with spade,
A thousand men with sinewy arms, and not =
sound is made:
So still were We the stars beneath that scarce
whisper fell;
We heard the rcd-coat's musket click, and
! heard him cry, "Alfs well "
And here and there n twinkling port, reflected
on the deep,
In many n wavy shadow showed their sullen
guns asleep.
Sleep on, thou bloody hireling crow in care
less slumbcr lie,
The trench is growing broad and deep, the
breast-work broad and high
No striplings We, but bear the arms that held
the French in check
The drum that beat at Louisburg, and thun-
dcred in Quebec
And thou, whose promise is deceit, no more
thy word well trust
Thou butcher GAGE thy power and thee wc'll
humble in the dust
Thou and thy tory minister have boastcd to
thy brood,
" The lintcls of the faithful shall be sprinkled
with our blood
But though these walls those lintc,s be, thy
zeal is all in vain;
A Thousand frecmen shall rise up for every
freeman slain;
And when DER trampled crowns and thrones
they raise the mighty shout,
This soil their Palestine shall be their altar
this redout
See how the morn is breaking the red is in
the sky;
The mist is creeping from the stream that
floats in silence by;
The Livclys hull looms through the fog, and
they our works have spicd,
For the ruddy fash and round shot part in
thunder from her side
| And the Falcon and the Ccrcbus make every
bosom thrill
With gun and SHE'LL and drum and bell and
boatswans whistle shrill
But deeper 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-trcc banner Our gallant
PREscoTr stands
Amid the plungins shells and shot, and plants
it with his hands;
Up with the shout! for PUTNAM comes upon
his rceking bay,
With bloody spur and fcamy bit in haste to
join the fray;
And PoMxRoY, with his snowy white hairs, and
face all flush and sweat,
Cnscathed by French and Indian, wears =
youthful glory yet.
But thou whose soul is glowing in the sum
mcr Of thy years,
Unvanqushable WARREN, thou (the youngest
Of thy peers)
Vert born, and bred, and shaped, and made
to act patriots part,
And dear to us thy presence is, ~ hearts blood
to the heart!
Well may yc bark, yc 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, W.
followed on your track,
> And with our rifles marked the road ye tool
in going back.
4 Yc slew sick man in his bed We slew, witt
: hands accurscd
A mother nursing, and her blood fell on tn
babe she nurscd;
By our own doors our kinsmen fell and per
ished in the strife
But as we hold hireling's cheap, and dear
;recman's life
By Tanner brook, and Lincoln bridge, befor
the set Of sun,
We took the rccompense we claimed-a scor
for every one.
Of IIark from the town trumpet The barge
at the wharf
Are crowded with the living freight-and no
; they're pushing off,
J. With clash and glitter, trump and drum, in a
III its bright array
Behold the splendid sacrifice move slowly O.,
s. the bay
v And still and still the barges fill, and sti
across the deep,
L Like thundcr-clouds along the sky, the hosti
transports sweep;
10 And now they're forming at the Point-ar
n. now the lines advance;
c. We see beneath the sultry sun their polisht
bayoncts glance;
We hear a-near the throbbng drum, the bug
challenge ring
Quick bursts and loud, the flashing cloud, Al
rolls from wing to wing;
But on the height our bulwark stands, tr
mendous in its gloom,
As sullen as tropic sky, and silent as tom
anu ~ VIC Ndltcu iii We SAW ~ bCdTCc u
,s rifles length
H. The old vindictive Saxon spite, in all its stu
,I born strength;
=. When sudden, flash on flash, around the jaggC
rampant burst
From every gun the livid light upon the e
.; accurst:
a. Then quailcd monarch's might before a fire.
IS, born peoples ire;
nc Then drank the sward the veterans life, whe
swept the yeoman's fire;
c. Then, staggered by the shot, we saw their Sc
DC ried columns reel,
ie And fall, as falls the bearded rye beneath II
y reapers steel.
y And then arose mighty shout that mig
se have walked the dead.
=; :. Hurrah they run the field is won !" "IIu
:" rah the foe is fled ="
y And every man hath dropped his gun to clut,
-, neighbor's hand,
~ As his heart kept praying all the while
"a Home and Native Land.
a. Thrice on that day we stood the shock Of thri
thousand foes,
ri. And thrice that day within our lines the sho
lei Of victory rose
,rs And though our swifl fire slackcned then, a
reddening in the skies,
nv We saw, from Charlestowns roofs and wal
in. the fanny columns rise;
ed Yet while we had a cartridge len, VIC still ma
ms tanned the fight,
ng Nor gained the foe one foot Of ground up
ais that blood-stained height
DC What though for us no laurcls bloom, or o
es' the nameless brave
:. No sculpturcd trophy, scroll, nor hatch,
NY cords warriors grave
~ What though the day TO ms was lost1 UI
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