The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-14
The 8ntlamd 1ailu Glohe.
MONDAY, MAY ID, 1877.
tFrom the Providence Journal, 1881
BENNINGTON.

But would tell, in simple phrase,
A tale OF olden time.
Up through cloudy sky, the sun
Was bunetlng his way,
on such morn as ushers In
A sultry August day.
Hot was the air, and hotter yet
Mems hearts within them grew
They Britons, Hesslans, Tories saw
They saw their homsteads too.
They thought OF all their country's wrongs,
They thought OF noble lives
Poured out In battle with the foes,
They thought upon their wives,
Their children and their aged sires--
Their es,-churches.-God;
And the deep thought made hallowed grount
Each foot OF soil they trod.
Their leader was a brave. bold man.
A man OF earnest WILL
His very presence was q host,
He'd fought at Bunker Hill.
A living monument he stood
or stirling deeds OF fame
Ofldeeds that shed O fadeless light
on his own deathless name.
or Charlestown's flames-of Warren's blood,
His presence told the tale,-
1t ma1e the heroes hearts beat high
Though lips and cheeks grew pals;
1t spoke Of Princeton, MorTistown-
Told Trenton's noble story;
1t lit futurlty with hope,
And on the past shed glory.
who were those men-thelr leader, who9
Where stood they on that morn?
The men were Berkshire yeomanry,
Brave men as e'er were born,
Who in the reaper's merry row
Or warrior rank could stand;
Right worthy such gallant troop
JOHN STARK led on the band.
Wollomasac wanders by the spot
Where they that morning stood;
Then rolled the.war-cloud DER the stream,
w u INC m Fnf I'M NrTiN INIA nod
And the near hills that dark cloud grit,
And fires like lightning flashed.
And shrieks and groaus, like bowling blasts,
Rose as the bayonets clashed.
The night before the Yankee host
Came gathering from afar,
And in each beitod bosom glowed
The spirit OF the war;
All full OF fight, though rainy storm,
Night cloudy, starless, dark
Tney came, and gathered as they came
Around the valiant Stark.
There was Berkshire parson-he
And all his flock were there,
And like true churchmen militant
The arms OF flesh made bare.
'Out spoke the Dominic and sud,
"For battle have we come
These many times, and after this
We mean to stay at home"
"If we ara come in vain," said stark,
"What! Will you go tonight
To battle 1t with yonder troops?
God send us morning light,
And we will give you work enough;
Let but the morning come,
And, II you hear no voice OF war,
Go back and stay at home"
The morning came-there stood the foe
Stark eyed them as they stood;
Few words he spake, twas not timo
For moralizing mood.
"See there the enemy, my boys!
Now, strong in yalor's might,
Be at them, or Molly Stark must sleep
In widowhood to-nightw
Each soldier there had left at home
A sweetheart, wife or mother,
A blooming sister, or perchance
A fair-haired, blue-eyed brother.
Each from Preside came, and thoughts
Those simple words awoke
That derived up every hero's arm
And guided every stroke.
Oh! fearful wantonness of war!
1t mocks the widows's tears,
Frowns on the orphaned infants wall
And mocks at mortal fears.
1t Is the tyrant'S minister
The robbers OF the world
Have done their deeds OF darkness where
The war-cloud thickest curled.
But, where the invaders tramp is heard
When, rushing on the gale,
This logan OF defiance comes,
Shall freemans spirit quail?
No rank to rank and hand TO hand.
QUICK leu tnetn LleBJ U0e Zoe,
And TO the God of battles trust
Their country's veal and woe.
Thus did the Berkshire men that day;
Scarce had he spoke the words,
When burst the musket's rafting peal,
Out leaped the flashing swords.
And when brave Stark in after time,
Told the proud tale OF wonder,
He said the battle din was zone
Continual clap OF thunder"
Two hours they strove then victory crowned
The gallant Yankee boys;
Naught but the memory OF the dead
Bedimmcd their glorious Joys.
Aye "there's the rub'-the hour OF strife,
Though follow years OF fame,
Is still In mournful memory linked
with Eono death haun~ Cd NAME.
The cypress with the laurel twines,
The pBan sounds kneI,
The trophied column marks the spot
Where friends and brothers fell.
Fames mantle funereal pail,
Seems TO the grief dimmed eye
For, ever, where the bravest fall
The best beloved die.
Wo,lomsac's waves are bloodless now,
The hills no war-cloud girus,
No death shrek now the echo wakes,
But screams OF startled birds
Break on the sportsman's ear,-the sights,
The sounds are all OF peace;
Soon may her gentle reign DER earth
Extend aid never cease,
RAMONA.
Providence, Jan. 10, 1883.
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