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The stain of death was on the flood, And the red waters roll'd dark with blood.— spear was the first that flew, He the first who dash'd the deep river through; His step the first on the hostile strand, And the first that fell was borne down by his hand.

The fight is ended:—the same sun Has seen the battle lost and won; The field is cover'd with dying and dead, With the valiant who stood, and the coward who fled. And a gallant salute the trumpets sound, As the warriors gather from victory around.

On a hill that skirted the purple flood, With his peers around, stood,