Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1873-10-16

'ATTERNS ARE ELEGANT IN D
Al ex.lsd waLdcier was he ....s. . rsl.4:.s1sta
From once bright happy land, /
That crushed and bleeding fell beneath
A tyrant's grasping hand,
His knee to masters would not bow
Or bosom slavery know ~ 3 al
So here he sought TO win q home sj
Justafour-score years ago. 81
For this our happy. glorious land; Il
Long he fought and well, 4
TIL on Ssvannah'a burning plains, II
He nobly charging fell.
To memories Of men like him,
How much Of praise we owe
What honor to those Foreigners -s..-7-.,a u
or fcur-score years ago. 49,
Here Lafayette, a general boy, y ff-H
His youthful sword unshsash'i; saA-...s.ss
In whose young breast the purest love, u,
Ofliberty e'er breathed, a
He rode beside our Washington, si-s...,..ss4
To ward of every blow,
To guard for us that precious life
VI four score years ego.
A son ofFortune, blest with wealth, 4ags
a Peer ofsunny Frauce, ASs
When lovely wife in sorrow mound
The sunlight Of his glance. 49,,
All. all were sacrificed for us,
AL risk d upon that throw, -
For liberty or slavery. -.
just four score years ago.
Upon the road from Dilworth town
To the battlefield half way,
The "Father Of his Country" stood
To watch the unequal fray
He view'd that blood stain'd battle ground
Thro rolling clouds Of snow
And wept TO see his brothers fall,
Just four-score years age.
The brave Reserve Of General Greene
Was fresh and eager yet;
The battle din, the battle sight
Their curoed spirits whet, W
With Washington they anxious hope
To strike one desperate blow,
And for Columbia turn the scales
or four-score years ago. ,
But Washington with sadden'd soul
Foresaw the fatal end
Tho still he pray'd his Father, God,
His bleeding land defend.
Alb! deeply grleved that feeling heart
The sorrowing truth to know
That vainly How'd that patriot blood
or fou: score years ago.
As when adown some mountain steep
swollen torrent rours,
In vain resist the rocks, the trees,
On, onward still 1t roars,
80 pour the BRUSH host that day,
So, like some torrents flow,
They swept the patriot few away
Just four-score years ago.
In vain they stem the mighty stream
In vain the fight prolong,
Empowering numbers tread them DOWN.
The battles to the strong,
The field was lost and Freedom wspt.
As wavering to and fro,
Her bleeding champions backward fell
Just four-score years ago,
See Hark! q cloud Of dust
With merry flies and drums
Great Washington with he Reserve
Swift on to battle comes.
"Cheer up, my friends, one gallant change
"For Freedom one more blow"
BE spoke and thund'ring onward dash'd
Just four-score years ago.
Then rang the name of Washington.
And walked the echoes round,
Then forward rushd that tal.ering line
With feet that shook the ground,
And like q whirlwind on they. went,
Dash'd madly thro' the foe,
And strewed their path with wounds and death
just four score years ago.
Behold Pulaski's troops Of while
See how their sabres CLEAN,
As glittering In that sea of blood
Like dancing waves they seem;
Aud Washington aud Lafayette,
Whose eyes, bright flashing glow,
Light up again those sinking hearts,
Offour-score years ago.
Thro' all that mass no sound wss heard
But only changing steel,
Whose plunging thrusts so ter ribly
The contest fierce reveal.
Dagger gainst dagger, and sword against swor,
The Freeman gainst his foe,
They twisting, writhing, struggling fell
Just four-score years ago.
"oUR WAsHNaToN's A pRrsosEH,u
Was cried with sad dismaU
The dying horoes blessed their fate
That closed On thspfqEebb- dav
Their Father Home and Freedom Inst
Just four score years ago.
Pulaski's eye the danger saw.
He spoke no needless word
Bot sternly glancng toward his men.
He pointed with his sword;
With saores clench'd and buried spus,
Their eyes with fire aglow,
Like thousand storms they swept along
just four-scors years ago.
Like demon rous'd, Pulaski sped
Across that battle field;
Ihree hundred spirits follow'd fast
Our Washington to shield;
And like thuntserbolt they fell
Upon that cheering foe,
And death and ruin mark'l their nail
just ioufscore years ago.
Before them yields the awe-strpck s,o
BE fore those iron men,
And Washington stands all alone.
Thank God, he's free again.
quick at his side Pulaski wheels.
Again ploughs though the foe.
And safely back the Chief he bore.
Just four-score years ago.
oh!then commenced grand Retreat
crowning feat of war,
That left to england but field
Dear bought with her own gore.
Twas here she thought Columbia's eaun.
To crush with one strong blow.
But that strong blow brnIzed her own ba.d
Just four-scoro years ago.
Old legends tell us on that day.
A WAGNER in haste,
Was driving past baggage team,
by British inuskets CHASED
who spied blacksmith's sturdy form
with shatter ID limb laid low,
Ana slowly dying on that road
just four-score years ago.
Arouse my friend, tho teamster c,,eI
~, hark, bark the red coats tramp;
III place thee on my wagon here
And bear thee safe TO campI
NO, friend he faintly murmur'd tspth
And glancing toward the foe, -'
Ills glariAg eye balls told that hate
vi iour-score years ago.
But bear me to yon tree, > he said
THAT high o'erlooks the road
They burnd my home, nv babe they KIN
My wife no mercy show'd "''
have rifle and three balls
yet wol 4 give the foe'
The teamster dragged and lefk him, ,,a,.
just four-score we ars ago.
Asonward came tn exulting foe,
lie raised his trusty gun,
As dropp'd an officer, lie cried
That's for Wa ,hIngton.'
ihen loading quick again, he alm'J
Down droppd another foe;
rhat', Tor me- the hero cried
just four-score years ago
The last bnll soon was driven home
Again his rifle spoke,
another fell his glazing ewes
scarce saw him thro' the smoke:
Aud that's for Anthony wayns lie cried
In accents strong tho low, N'
And falling ba k In triumph died