Page:The American Revolution (scriptural style).djvu/394




 * S COLUMBIAD.

Some mourn'd a brother or a lover flain, • '-^

By the fierce tyrants of the roaring main! Who nowapproach'd the town in dread array, And ell the dreadful pomp of war difplay : E'en Wiish'rugtonm vain opposed their power. And foaaht their legions till the ev'ninghour. Then o'crihc plain, as faraseye could kifn, B.an the warm blood in ftrcams from dying men : The broken colamns with confus'd difmay, To the thick ccpt^Vce leg'd their weary way.

Tke mighty chief unknowing how to yield, Reluctant left rhe foe, and well fought field .• While the fierce blood-h lunds in the Britifh pay, Snuir'd the dread carnagi:^ and purfu'd their prey. Cover'd v/ith duO: and blrod befprinkled o'er, Columbia's fons indignant marched before. Fierce was the fight, and terrible the foe, Six hundred Briions fought the /liades below; And twice, that number of Columbia's hoft; Fell! — bravely fell — before the day was loll.— Then ihou fweet Liberty — dear lovely maid! Uifpell'd each fear, and thus divinely faid :

O tried in arms! by ftern afTli\rEion prov'd, Thus heaven in mercy, proves the wife and good! But know the day, the glorious day draws near, Thefe haughty Britons in their turn fhall fear; Shall leave your coaft, and feek their native fhore, Then arts and peace your lolTes Ihall reflore.

Thusfpoke the maid, and cliear'd each drooping foul, The kindling warmth foonfpread throughout the whole;