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By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
THE BATTLE-FIELD (1837)
BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT°
Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,
Encountered in the battle-cloud.
Ah! never shall the land forget
How gushed the life-blood of her brave -
Upon the soil they fought to save.
Alone the chirp of flitting bird,
And bell of wandering kine are heard.
The black-mouthed gun and staggering wain;
Oh, be it never heard again!
Soon rested those who fought; but thou
Who minglest in the harder strife For truths which men receive not now,
Thy warfare only ends with life.
A friendless warfare! lingering long
Through weary day and weary year, A wild and many-weaponed throng
Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear.
Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof,
And blench not at thy chosen lot. The timid good may stand aloof,
The sage may frown yet faint thou not.
Nor heed the shaft too surely cast,
The foul and hissing bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell, at last,
The victory of endurance born.
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;
The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
Yea, though thou lie upon the dust
When they who helped thee flee in fear, Die full of hope and manly trust,
Like those who fell in battle here.
Another hand thy sword shall wield,
Another hand the standard wave,
The blast of triumph o'er thy grave.
COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN (1843)
The Home of the brave and the free,
A world offers homage to thee !
When Liberty's form stands in view;
When borne by the red, white and blue.
When borne by the red, white, and blue,
When war winged its wide desolation
And threatened the land to deform,
Columbia, rode safe thro' the storm;
When so proudly she bore her brave crew,
The boast of the red, white, and blue. Cho.
And fill you it true to the brim;
Nor the star of their glory grow dim !
But they to their colors prove true!
Three cheers for the red, white, and blue ! - Cho.