The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1904-08-21

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thy zeal Isl ali In vain;
IA thousand ffeemen shall rise ZIP for
every freeman slain, ss
And when or trampled crowns and
thrones they raise tho mighty shout,
This soil their Palestine shall bel thslr
altar this redoubtl +.
See how the morn is breaking! the red
ID In the sky!
The mist is creeping from the stream
that floats III silence by;
The Liveiy,s hill loom through the fog,
and tiie.;S otir works have spied,
For tho rudy flas1, and round shot part
IN thunder from her side. ;3,
And the falcons and tile ccrberus make
every bosom thrill,
With gun: and she'll. and drum and bell.
and boatswaitl's whistle shrlll,
But deep and WIDER grows the trancts as
spade and mattock ply,
For we have to cope with fearful Odds
and the time IL drawing night 4
Up with the pine trec banner our gall:
liant Prescott stands,
Amid Tho plungine Shells and Shot ana
plants 1t with his hands; n 4
Up with the shotitl for Putnam comes
upon his reeking bay,
with bloody spur and foatny bit, In haste
n to Join tho fray; s 81 sss95
And 1'oincroy, with his snow-whlto hairs.
and face all flush and sweet,
Unscathed by French and Indian. wears
a youthful glory yet,
But thou, whose soul Is glowing In the
summer Of thy years. IL
Unvanq,,ishedable Warren, thou tthe
youngest OF thy peers). XII
Vert, born and bred and shaped and
made to act a. patriots part,
ten rifles lHngth,
The old vlndictlvc saxon spite. in all Its
stubborn strength.
When sudden, flash on flash, around the
Jagged rampant burst,
From every gun the 1ivid light upon the
foo nccurst NJ issi -SS-;5S7i
Then quailcd a monarch's might before
frec-born peoples ire;
Then drank the sword the veteran . life.
ssis. where wept the yeofnan's fire:
Then, staggered by The shot, we saw.
their columns reel, N
And fall, as falls the bearded rye be-
meath tile reaper's steel: l5 n e.
"Ifurrah! They run! Tile field ts wont"
.Hurrah! The foe Is fled IL 8
clutch q nelg hbor' 8 hand # 5$j
AS his heart kept praying all the while
for home and nat tive land. 81
Thrice on that day we stood the shock
OF thrice e. thousand foes; s
And thrice that day WI hin our lines, the
shout Of victory rose
And though our spi It fire slackened them
9sssS and redo ening In the skies, s8
We saw from Charlestown's roofs and
walls, the fanny columns rise:
Yet while VIC had 4 a cartridg e left, We
still maintained the fight, Il Z, III
Nor gained the foe one foot OF ground
upon that blood tained height.
What though for us no laurels bloom,
Tor D er the nameless brave, sa h
No culptured trophy, scroll. nor hat ch,
s records a warrior grave N
What though the day 3 to us was lost?
upon that deatflless page.
The severla sting cha ter sta nds. for every
land and age !! Fl 5 s8
For man hath broke his felon bonds, and
cast hem in i the dust. 5s5
And claimed his heritage divine, and
9Ss Justified the trus st S. j,
While though his rifted prison bars, the
hues OF freed ON pour,
Ger every nation. "a &c and dime, on
every sea and & shore, # rs III iiS
Such glories as$the patriarch viewed,
When, mid the darkest skies.
/ He saw above "a ruined world the bow
Of promise rise. $l 4
This poem is by Mr.. Frederick Cozzens,
and was first published in 1S47 4 think. II
BATTLE OF BUNKER 4 HILL
And here we will mention an extraor-
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binary fact in acoustics, about which
there can be no mistake, 3 and Intelligent
and very respectful gentleman. by the
name Of Ebenezer Smell, wac in a corn
field with negro on the 18th Of June,
1776. In the township of Cummingt on,
Mass. one hundred 81 and twenty miles
west Of Bunker n Ill by the course Of
the road VI at leas st one hundred In an
lair line Some tine during the day, ths
NEGRO was lying on the ground and re-
marked Ito Ebenezer that there was war
somewhere, for he could distinctly hear
1.-The firing. Ebenezeri put his eur to the
ground and also heard the firing distinct
Fly, and for aconsid erab BILE time he re-
lsmembers the fact, which made a deep
impression on his mind g., Few inst ances
/ ARE on + ecord, of cannon being heard at
so great distance on i land. especially
on land Of irregular surf face and abound
Ing With forests II s5s
The Officers Funeral.
printed by request 81
| Hark, to the shril trump calling
1t peals tlroug il tho soft suinme II air.
i Tears from each comrade are falling,
TX M n k1nrc
X The bayonets earthward are turning, 8
The drums muftied breath rolls around
But lhe hears not the voice OF theil
I mourning he Z 33fsJ ssss: s{5