Bunker Hill. N NOT yet, not yet! Steady, steady!” On came the foe in even line, Nearer and nearer to thrice paces nine. We looked into their eyes. “Ready!” A sheet of flame, a roll of death! They fell by scores: we held our breath. Then nearer still they came. Another sheet of flame, And brave men fled who never fled before. Immortal fight! Foreshadowing flight Back to the astounded shore.Quickly they rallied, re-enforced, ’Mid louder roar of ships’ artillery, And bursting bombs and whistling musketry, And shouts and groans anear, afar, All the new din of dreadful war. Through their broad bosoms calmly coursed The blood of those stout farmers, aiming For freedom, manhood’s birthright claiming. Howe, Burgoyne, Clinton, Gage, Stormed with commanders’ rage. Into each emptied barge They crowd fresh men for a new charge Up that great hill. Again their gallant blood we spill. That volley was the last: Our powder failed. On three sides fast The foe pressed in, nor quailed A man. Their barrels empty, with musket-stocks They fought, and gave death-dealing knocks, Till Prescott ordered the retreat. Then Warren fell; and through a leaden sleet From Bunker Hill and Breed, Stark, Putnam, Pomeroy, Knowlton, Read, Led off the remnant of those heroes true, The foe too weakened to pursue. The ground they gained; but we The victory. _ The tidings of that chosen band Flowed in a wave of power Over the shaken, anxious land, To men, to man, a sudden dower. History took a fresh, higher start From that stanch, beaming hour; And when the speeding messenger, that bare The news that strengthened every heart, Met near the Delaware The leader, who had just been named, Who was to be so famed, The steadfast, earnest Washington, With hands uplifted, cries, His great soul flashing to his eyes, “Our liberties are safe! The cause is won!” A thankful look he cast to heaven, and then His steed he spurred, in haste to lead such noble men. _ |