The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1875-07-01


But Steady J" all we heard
Keep your fire, wait the word,
Then, boys, aim low"
Up, up they rush-they cheer
Must we stand idle here
And tamely die?
Fire, fire, ~ the order Came
Heavens what burst Of Same
True every markSman's aim
They fall-they fly
Close on our left a shout
at our outwork rout-
Hurrah he runs
Rl6ht-about go musketeer
And Keeling grenadier,
Brave PUTNAM on their rear
Plies his big guns.
Broken, they fly up the hill.
Our shot with right goodwill
Follows them fast
Dropping, they reach the plain.
Like stalks of trampled grain,
Where the storm-driven rain
Beat, as it passed.
Then lowered murkier cloud
On battles lurid shroud-
All, cruel flame
They fire yon helpless town
Suits this kings renown?
Perish, then, England's crown,
And kindred name
They form-brief space they grant
Not one rebuff must daunt
Stout English hearts;
Quick-step their columns tread,
Pigott, none nobler led,
And Howe, is at their head
They'll play their parts.
To the roll of the drum,
Up the hillside they come,
Firm ranks and fast;
We pour our fiery hail,
Their shaken squadrons quail,
AS saplings in a gale
Bend to the blast.
Then might our ringing cheer
Beleaguered Boston hear
Tell how we speed;
Dashed Clinton from her shore,
His red-coats at the oar,
Never claimed battle more
Ally, at need.
Away the war-cloud rolled;
Prescott, our captain bold,
True soldier known
He cried-"One more brave blow,
Once moro repel the foe,
And Englands King shall grow
Pale on his throne !"
We fire-they swerve, they halt
Then, to the fierce assault
Leap DER their slain;
Now, brothers, steadfast stand
Now, for it, hand to hand,
When England's rallving band
Charges amain.
BY Heavens. our low redoubt-
Its foot they reach-they shout
Ours Is the day -
DoWn-doyn-far ruddier yet,
With mingled heart s-blood wet,
Reeks the red parapet,
Ere ends the fray.
Our chief, from rank to rank,
And Putnam, on our flank,
Marked how we stood;
Stark, gILmly calm, was there,
Pomeroy with sllvory hair,
knowlton, none Drawer were,
Chester, as good.
He moves once more-'tis well,
Let every bullet tell !"
SO the words rang;
We thought of Heavens grace,
Then watched the green hills base,
And the foe in the face
Looked, as he sprang.
Nor now, in desperate strife,
For victory. but for life,
We hold our own:
Not yet they gain the wall
Still scorn we steel and ball,
And comrades, as they fall,
Disdaln to groan.
Oh, for one volley more,
All dear spent TASKS your store
Fails at the worst
See, DER the bastions verge
Their furious way they urge,
And in, like surge on surge,
Headlong they burst
No-not foot give wayi
Club your arms-stand at BAY
Stoutly we stood;
Met the shat p bayonet's dash,
The quick, close tirelock's flash,
The broadsword's ringing ella sh-
Gave all we could.
I" Fall back - reluctant cries
Our chief, as from his eyes
Hope takes her flight
And backward, as we go,
Butt TO butt, blow for blow,
With our front TO the foe
So went the fight.
Through dust and smoke and heat,
Step by step, we retreat,
Inch by inch given:
Then, deadliest of the whole,
Some random volley's roll
WaTen's great martyr's-soul
Cshered to Heaven
As down the lost hills banks
We move with breaking ranks,
Our sad hearts burn;
Few shot the foeman filings,
Nor in our rear he swings,
To give the coward wings,
When brave men turn.
We thread the long dsfile.
The foe keeps fast, the while,
His dear-bought hold;
Taught, early. to beware
What rustic hearts may dare.
And we leave a Lesson there
Long to be told
SO Bunker Hill was won,
And great deeds. that day done
Worldwide grew known:
When Victory was but shame,
Defeat, eternal fame,
And Time one blazing name
Gained. all his ownl
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