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 Entered according to act of Congress, in the year one thousand eight hundred and seventy, by 
 
 W. W. FINK, 
 
 in the office of the librarian of Congress, at Washington . 
 
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 BY 
 THEIR AFFECTIOXATE SOlf, 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
COKTE N T S 
 
 Valley Forge- 
 Introduction ..... 1 
 
 Canto I ...... ") 
 
 Canto II ...... . .20 
 
 Canto III 11 
 
 Canto IV . . . . . .64 
 
 canto V, Part i 75 
 
 canto V, Part n . 8H 
 
 A Tribute ....... 
 
 Miscellaneous Poems. 
 
 Death in a Garret . .... .101 
 
 Epitaph on a Nose ...... 105 
 
 STANZAS ....... . 10t) 
 
 The Scotchman's Sled Ride . . .107 
 
 Paraphrase on an Ancient Belief . • .110 
 
Valley Forge, 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 NOT on the battle-field alone, 
 Where war's hot sulphur breath has shone 
 Upon the grim and ghastly dead, 
 Where heroes fought, and heroes bled ; 
 Where sword and sabre clanked and clashed ; 
 Where rifle rang and cannon crashed ; 
 Where groan, and shriek, and yell, and cheer, 
 Made chaos in the frightened air- 
 Not on the battle-field alone 
 Have all heroic deeds been done. 
 More noble than the Spartan dead 
 Who fell at old Thermopylae, 
 
 Whose deeds a deathless lustre shed 
 
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2 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Upon the page of history : 
 
 Is he who suffers for the right, 
 
 When hope grows dim in deepening night; 
 
 When keen sleet-laden tempests dash 
 
 Upon the cold and quivering flesh ; 
 
 When famine, gaunt and greedy eyed, 
 
 Laps wolf-like from the vital tide — 
 
 Noblest is he who dares to die, 
 
 A martyr for humanity, 
 
 As did the Christ on Calvary. 
 
 Go read on tombs the mystic story, 
 
 Of kingdoms sprung to sudden glory 
 
 From germs enriched with human gore — 
 
 They bloomed, they died, and were no more. 
 
 As some lone meteor, flashing down the sky, 
 
 Bursts on the gaze, and leads th' admiring eye, 
 
 Burns for a time with hectic, feverish hue, 
 
 Then, dimly glimmering, fades into the blue, 
 
 Without a spark to signal where it fell, 
 
 Or wandering wind to waft its distant knell ; 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Or, as wild rockets upward bounding, 
 
 The air's dark trackless billows sounding, 
 
 Quick springing to the farthest fine 
 
 Of gravitation's faultless line ; 
 
 A moment poising, pendant quiver, 
 
 Burst, sparkle, and go out for ever : 
 
 They broke upon the nation's startled sight, 
 
 More brilliant for the deep surrounding night ; 
 
 Into the vortex of destruction whirl'd, 
 
 Their power, their glory, vanished from the world. 
 
 Realms rocking, reeling, crashing fall, 
 
 Bury in ruins thrones, and all 
 
 The slave reared palaces of state 
 
 Which curse the poor, but glitter o'er the great ! 
 
 Serfs gather treasures where the ruins fell, 
 
 The tyrant's sceptre goads him into hell ; 
 
 Thrones rise obedient to the despot's nod, 
 
 But fall to dust before the breath of God. 
 
 But, oh, thank heaven ! our hopes have place 
 Upon a surer, firmer base. 
 
4 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 The spell that bound the bondman broke ; 
 Long slumbering Liberty awoke, 
 When first our patriot fathers spoke:— 
 " Bow down before the oppressor's stroke ? 
 Bow down beneath his galling yoke? 
 God help us ! never ! 
 
 Along the gory path of Mars, 
 They bore the glittering Stripes and Stars ; 
 And when at last a pledge was given, 
 Sealed at the Justice Bar of Heaven— 
 A pledge? Jehovah's high decree, . 
 That they, who fight for liberty, 
 Shall sing the songs of victory ! 
 Free to the breeze their flag unfurled, 
 Its day-stars beaming on the world, 
 To shine for ever ! 
 
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VALLEY FORGE 
 
 CAXTO I. 
 
 SEVENTEEN hundred and seventy-seven ! 
 Exposed to the withering winds of heaven, 
 Beseiged by famine, and locked in the arms 
 Of snow-drifts, piled by the breath of storms, 
 'Twixt the desolate hills of Valley Forge, 
 On the Schuylkill's bleak and frozen verge, 
 In the dreariest camp, an army lay 
 And longed for the winter to pass away. 
 
 They had battled on many a blood-stained field, 
 Where massed battalions and legions wheeled ; 
 Where the charge was made, and the column reeled, 
 They had fought for God, and their native land ; 
 
6 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 They had smitten the tyrant's sceptered hand ; 
 They had written in blood their solemn vow :— 
 " The cause of right shall conquer !" But now, 
 They fought with a foe more fearful far 
 Than the fiercest chief in the lists of war- 
 Not where the mad waves of the battle rolled— 
 But they fought with famine, and fought with cold. 
 
 Their hovels in long and dreary rows, 
 Were thatched and covered with forest boughs ; 
 But the winds through the sieve-like covering blew, 
 And the sleet, and the snow came sifting through, 
 Falling, and thawing, and freezing again 
 On the thin spread blankets of shivering men, 
 'Til often those pale, wan faces below, 
 Took the pallor of death, and lost their glow, 
 'Neath the deep'ning folds of their shroud of snow. 
 
 Oh ! many a crimson stain of blood 
 Spotted the snow where bare feet trod, 
 To tell, like tears on the written leaf, 
 A silent, but terrible tale of grief. 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Through many a long and bitter night, 
 Like a circle of ghosts, round the fitful light 
 Of their flickering camp-fires, cold and shivering, 
 Crouched half-clad men, their blue flesh quivering 
 With a sudden shudder, and shrink, and start, 
 Like the bleeding chords of a broken heart ; 
 Not a pillow to comfort their weary heads, 
 Not a blanket, or handful of straw for beds ; 
 But they slept by their fires the long night through, 
 Like the fabled sleep of the phantom crew ; 
 While the wild winds wantoned their scanty rags, 
 Like the shattered tatters of battle flags. 
 And oft when the cheerless morning broke, 
 And the shrill reveille the camp awoke, 
 Where the smoldering embers their faint heat shed, 
 Lay the frozen form of the soldier dead. 
 
 And Famine came, and grimly glared 
 On the wasted forms which the battle spared ; 
 And Pestilence followed with nauseous breath, 
 And breathed o'er the camp a pall of death. 
 
8 VALliEY FORGE. 
 
 Not 'till the angel shall unroll 
 And read from beings' faultless scroll 
 The vast arcana of the soul, 
 Shall all their sufferings be told. 
 
 Still swerved they not from duty's path, 
 Though leading through the vale of death, 
 For in their hands the destiny, 
 The priceless prize of liberty 
 Was placed by Heaven ! and oh, how well 
 Their work was done, let freemen tell 
 Who reap their golden fruitage still ! 
 
 Noblest of all those noble men, 
 Was one whom threescore years and ten, 
 Had only rendered still more brave 
 To stem the battles' deadly wave ; 
 Had only given a truer hand 
 To strike a foe, or help a friend ; 
 Had only made more doubly strong, 
 In love of right, and hate of wrong. 
 
 Like mountain-oak which stands alone, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Deep rooted in the crevised stone, 
 
 Where rival centuries among 
 
 His gnarled and knotted limbs have sung ; 
 
 And tempests through the ages gone 
 
 Have beat upon his brow, and flown, 
 
 Leaving his stern unbending form, 
 
 Still more defiant of the storm : 
 
 He seemed, with frame-like beaten steel, 
 
 Nor hunger, heat, nor cold to feel. 
 
 Oft pressed, as oft refused to wear 
 The honors others sought to bear; 
 Scorning the ease which office got, 
 He shared the private's humble lot : 
 Grizzled, and gray, and long the beard 
 Fell o'er the chest of Alf Bernard ; 
 White as the snow-flake were his hairs, 
 Bleached ravelings of the buried years: 
 And many a field inscribed its name 
 In scars upon his stalwart frame, 
 Like names of knights which live alone 
 
10 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Deep lettered in the living stone, 
 'Till from their hieroglyphic lore 
 He read his battles o'er and o'er, 
 Tracing along his hundred scars, 
 The footprints of unnumbered wars: 
 
 " Here, Merwin died.— Here, Braddock fell.- 
 Here, painted fiends— ha ha! full well 
 We paid the yelling pack of hell, 
 In many a boastful leader slain, 
 And, — well they'll never fight again ! 
 And here,— oh ! how the hot flames rolled ! 
 The snows were deep, the winds were cold, 
 We little dreamed the foe was near, 
 Until his war whoop rent the air, 
 As though a thousand demon throats 
 Discordant shrieked their hellish notes, 
 Just as the night held deepest sway, 
 Before the coming of the day. 
 
 " We sprang to arms ! But see, the night 
 Rolled backward from the lurid light 
 
VALLi;v FORGE. 11 
 
 Of all the village wrapped in fire ; 
 The wild flames lashing, leaping higher, 
 Like mad waves by a whirlwind tossed, 
 Glared on us fiercely. All was lost ! 
 
 "Out from the burning's blighting glow. 
 The flames behind ; before, the foe, 
 Rushed all the people of the town, 
 Out where the savage cut them down, 
 Regardless of the silvered hair, 
 The tender babe, the maiden's prayer, 
 Intent to prove his bloody boast 
 With scalps, that he had slain the most. 
 Through maiden curls the hatchet flashed ; 
 The infant's blood on mothers splashed ; 
 Sons saw their gray-haired mothers fall, 
 And heard their bleeding fathers call ; 
 Lovers beheld their loved ones die, 
 Moaning in death's last agony ; 
 O'er the red field the warriors rushed, 
 And drove the knife where hot blood gushed. 
 
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 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 " But still we fought with all the zeal 
 Which frenzied men alone can feel, 
 Who see with starting eyes the blood 
 Of kindred gush in crimson flood. 
 
 " Oh ! many a warrior on that day 
 Beside his murdered victim lay ; 
 And many a dark-souled child of hell, 
 Never returned again to tell 
 Of daring deeds in boastful strain, 
 Or flaunt the scalp-locks of his slain. 
 
 " But they were many, we were few ; 
 Our numbers thin, and thinner grew, 
 Until it seemed at last we stood 
 Like targets for the arrowy flood, 
 Which swept across that field of blood. 
 
 " A yell! A shriek ! I looked around, 
 And saw a fiend like lightning bound 
 Upon a young and tender girl ; 
 His tomahawk above her whirl ; 
 Fiercely he clutched her golden hair, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 18 
 
 Lifted his weapon high in air- 
 On, heavens ! To see that blade descending ! 
 Quick, all my power within me bending, 
 I stopped his hand but half way down, 
 And laid him lifeless on the ground. 
 Then taking up her fallen form, 
 I bore her through the deadly storm, 
 While closely as a child she clung, 
 —Oh, she was beautiful, and I was young !" 
 He shivered with a sudden start 
 As though an arrow pierced his heart. 
 Ah, Alf Bernard ! what mystery 
 Is woven with thy history ? 
 
 " I said I bore Evangeline," — 
 He checked himself—" the girl I mean — 
 Across the field, 
 
 While all around, before, behind, 
 Their hissing arrows cut the wind. 
 They rushed upon me, for the prize 
 I bore was tempting in their eyes ; 
 
14 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 God nerved my arm that trying hour, 
 
 With more than merely mortal power. 
 
 They rushed upon me, with a blow 
 
 I laid the foremost leader low. 
 
 Still struggling onward, as they came 
 
 The fate they suffered was the same ; 
 
 Until at last, upon my face, 
 
 — This ugly scar still marks the place — 
 
 There fell a crashing blow. The blood 
 
 Gushed from my temple in a flood ; 
 
 I staggered, reeled; 
 
 One thing alone or we had died, 
 
 That scared heart throbbing at my side, 
 
 Nerved me to action, and again 
 
 I felt the vigor of a man. 
 
 " We reached the wood, while like a pack 
 Of hungry wolves, upon the track 
 Of some poor wretch, with whoop and yell 
 Like demons at a carnival, 
 They followed us, until the night, 
 
YALLKY FORGE. ]."> 
 
 Contrasted with the glaring light, 
 
 Grew doubly black and hid our flight. 
 
 Five miles away 
 
 A fortress lay, 
 
 And just at the early break of day, 
 
 Trembling and weak from loss of blood, 
 
 In sight of the outer walls I stood, 
 
 And faintly called, I could do no more ; 
 
 The girl — the delicate girl I bore — 
 
 Had swooned away an hour before, 
 
 I deemed from fear, but too well I knew 
 
 That my failing strength must bear us through, 
 
 So I dared not pause. They heard my call ; 
 
 I saw them coming, and that was all, 
 
 For I sank to the earth and knew no more, 
 
 Except that friends were bending o'er, 
 
 And I thought they said,— though I scarcely heard— 
 
 * Poor girl she's wounded ! " Old Alf Bernard 
 
 Stopped sharply short, but his pallid cheek 
 
 Told a story his lips refused to speak; 
 
16 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 As a smothered sigh will oft unfold, 
 With a vividness language does not hold, 
 The hidden billows of grief which roll 
 O'er the secret depths of the troubled soul. 
 
 Wondering they stood, those sturdy men, 
 To see that sudden look of pain ; 
 That deadly pallor on the brow 
 Of him who ever until now, 
 Had seemed like one who only knows 
 Grief, through the sight of other's woes. 
 
 They loved him, for his love was given, 
 Free as the welcome dews of heaven ; 
 Sharing their sorrows and their joys, 
 He called them young and old — his boys. 
 They reverenced him, old Alf Bernard, 
 His snowy locks, and long gray beard, 
 His furrowed cheeks all battle-scarred. 
 
 They feared him ; for his arm was strong, 
 And quick his ire against the wrong. 
 
 They feared him ; for he seemed to them 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 17 
 
 The remnant of a race of men, 
 
 Who lived far back in days of yore, 
 
 Possessed of more than wizard power 
 
 In battle's wild and fearful hour. 
 
 He seemed to them, all gray and hoary, 
 
 Like some old seer of ancient story ; 
 
 He seemed above them, proudly stern ; 
 
 They little deemed his heart could burn 
 
 With passions. E 'en his smiles partook 
 
 Of feelings chiseled in the rock. 
 
 He turned a moment to conceal 
 
 The anguish which his looks revealed:: 
 
 The pallor vanished, and again 
 
 He stood before that group of men, 
 
 Proud, cold, and calmly stern as ever. 
 
 The trembling lip had ceased to quiver ;• 
 
 But still the lines which age drew o'er 
 
 His face, seemed deeper than before, 
 
 As channels down the mountain side, 
 
 Grow deeper with the rushing tide 
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18 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Of sudden torrents, quickly gone, 
 Cut in the mountain's face of stone. 
 
 You cannot unravel the woof of a life 
 That is woven in sorrow and toil and strife, 
 For its warp is mystery ; 
 And the heart is closed to the vulgar stare, 
 For the inner life is buried there 
 In unwritten history. 
 
 You may search and search it o'er and o'er, 
 For its hidden dross and buried lore ; 
 But all in vain, for the mould and dust 
 Of withered hopes, and the cankering rust, 
 Grown deep with the tears of the buried years, 
 Have covered its fibre and chords ; but still 
 Those chords will start, and quiver, and thrill 
 "With the thoughts of the Long Ago — 
 Will start, and quiver, and thrill with pain, 
 As the scenes of the past come back again, 
 But its anguish none can know. 
 
 Oh ! say ye not that the cold and stern 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 19 
 
 Have never known what it is to yearn 
 
 For a heart to love, or a hand to smooth 
 
 The aching brow, or words to soothe 
 
 The anguish that burned from day to day 
 
 Into their very souls, nor say, 
 
 Their eyes are unused to weeping. 
 
 For deep in their hearts there are smothered groans ; 
 
 And deep in their souls there are muffled moans, 
 
 As sad as the saddest reolian tones, 
 
 Or the wail of the winds o'er the burial stones, 
 
 Which watch where the dead are sleeping. 
 
 On the mountain there lies a shroud of snow, 
 But a cauldron of fire burns below. 
 In that castle so old, and cold, and grim, 
 There are happy women and joyous men. 
 
 There's a beautiful cottage clad in vines, 
 Where the summer sun on the myrtle shines, 
 Where the ivy's tendrils are creeping ; 
 But in spite of those clustering vines and bloom, 
 Within is a sombre cloud of gloom : 
 
20 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 There is Death— and a mother weeping. 
 
 And so it is with the life of man, 
 He laughs in sorrow and smiles in pain. 
 Fears death but still is brave ; 
 Though his heart is warm his words are cold, 
 Though his hopes are high, he is growing old- 
 He'll soon be in his grave ! 
 
 CANTO II 
 
 Loud shrieked they when the old year died, 
 
 And driving, whirling, madly down, 
 
 Dashed sleet upon his naked crown, 
 
 As if, impatient of delay, 
 
 They sought to hurry him away. 
 
 He bowed his head— his thin rags fluttering 
 
 Let in the cold— but only muttering : 
 
VALLEY POBGE, 21 
 
 " My clays are done ; " no murmur uttering, 
 He grasped his few remaining sheaves, 
 And sank among his fallen leaves. 
 
 The New Year, vigorous and strong, 
 Nor weeps, nor mourns his parent long ; 
 Buoyant with life, he longs to grasp 
 The reins of sovereignty, and clasp 
 The sceptre of the circling days. — 
 The year on which all wond'ring ages gaze. 
 
 From out the frost-dimmed East, he leads 
 His wild ungovernable steeds, 
 And quickly bounding in his sleigh, 
 Letting his whip of tempests play 
 With furious lashings, blow on blow, 
 Whirls Westward o'er a world of snow. 
 
 The New Year's morn was wild and cold. 
 Two fiery sun-dogs upward rolled, 
 Frost-breathing sentries of the sun, 
 Beside his chariot wheels to run. 
 The sun rose red through frost-clouds, driven 
 
22 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Along the dreary wastes of heaven. 
 Innumerable points of light, 
 With all prismatic colors bright, 
 Crimson and purple, red and white, 
 Formed varied landscapes hung on high, 
 Frost Islands in a sea of sky. 
 
 The snows lie deep at Valley Forge, 
 Drifted, and piled in cut and gorge; 
 While narrow and deep from door to door, 
 And often by bare feet hurried o'er, 
 Or up to the long hill's distant brow 
 To the picket post ; or down below 
 Where the Schuylkill's ice-roofed waters flow, 
 Angling and white the footpaths go, 
 Like the long drawn lines which the spider weaves, 
 To fasten her web to distant leaves ; 
 But deepest, and broadest, that which led 
 Where the suffering buried their painless dead ! 
 How cheerless ! nor the light of smiles 
 The cold, bleak, gloomy day beguiles. 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 How desolate ! no ruddy light 
 
 From blithesome hearth-stones beaming bright ; 
 
 No new year's feast, with dainties spread 
 
 By womens' fingers, but instead, 
 
 A quarter ration— coarse dry bread ! 
 
 How oft, on new year's mornings gone, 
 They'd sought the old New England home, 
 Children, and children's children there, 
 Beturning to the gray haired pair, 
 Whose warm benignant faces shone 
 With welcome on each coming one ! 
 What joy, in homes of peace and thrift 
 To give the simple new year's gift ; 
 Or hear once more the patriarch bless 
 The long expected new year's feast ! 
 
 The feast ! Ah me ! Too well I know 
 The soldier's thoughts will wandering go, 
 When weak with hunger, stiff with cold, 
 Back to the full, warm feasts of old ! 
 
 The feasts, the happy feasts, when mirth 
 
24 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Danced light-like o'er the fruits of earth ! 
 
 The joyous, gladsome new year's day, 
 When age and childhood met in play, 
 And deemed it, with its wealth of cheer, 
 The happiest day in all the year ! 
 
 Alas how changed ! The dreary day 
 "Wore grimly, silently away ; 
 Instead of song, or mingled hum 
 Of happy voices, rolled the drum ; 
 While ever and anon a note, 
 Heavy and deep from out the throat 
 Of dark mouthed cannon coldly grim, 
 Loud boomed the new year's christening. 
 New-born of time! What depths of fate 
 Within thy laboratories wait, 
 To roll around us ? — Seventy-eight ! 
 
 What Delphic oracle may read 
 The fate which deeply darkens o'er us ? 
 
 Shall freedom falter, freemen bleed, 
 And fall like those who fell before us ? 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 25 
 
 Shall Liberty be put to flight 
 From fields her dying sons made gory, 
 
 And leave oppression's rayless night, 
 To cloud at once their graves and glory ? 
 
 Shall tears, and blood, and death be vain ? 
 
 Shall strengthening bonds still tighten 'round us, 
 While hopelessly we clank the chain, 
 
 And cursing, serve the power that bound us ? 
 
 How glooms his mind with boding fears, 
 Who struggling stems the rushing river 
 
 Above the cataract, and hears 
 Its waves which rave and roar forever ! 
 
 How glooms his mind with boding fears, 
 Whose country's fate looms dark before them ; 
 
 And looking down the course of years, 
 They see destruction brooding o'er them ! 
 
 How still the camp ! Few murmurs broke 
 From out those hungry lips, nor spoke 
 
26 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Those weary veterans of the thought, 
 
 With deep forebodings doubly fraught, 
 
 Which filled their minds ; for well they knew 
 
 The power of sympathy, and how, 
 
 Woe uncontrolled which cloud-like rolls 
 
 O'er one, will shadow other souls. 
 
 Brave men, and noble, thus apart 
 
 To lock that sorrow in the heart, 
 
 Your own fierce burning thoughts repressed, 
 
 To keep hope burning in the breast 
 
 Of others, who alas ! like you, 
 
 Have felt the same forebodings too. 
 
 How still the camp ! As just before 
 
 The " vollied thunder," and the roar 
 
 Of battle, or Destruction swoops 
 
 Her war-cloud pinions o'er the troops, 
 
 Ere yet the first far shrieking shell, 
 
 From field or wood or citadel, 
 
 Comes screaming on, and breaks the spell, 
 
 Where bristling arms and banners shine, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 27 
 
 Deep silence falls along the line;— 
 And men who never flinch or quail 
 In battle, tremble and grow pale ; 
 A silence, silent as the tomb, 
 Preluding death, portending doom, 
 Thus grew the camp as silently 
 They brooded o'er the destiny. 
 So wrapped in doubt the new born year 
 Might usher in. They well could bear 
 Their soldier lot, and scanty fare ; 
 But ah, what gloomy thoughts will fill 
 The mind, when naught but direful ill 
 Hangs o'er one's country ! Slow the sun 
 Behind dim frost-clouds settled down. 
 Night came. Without a crust of bread 
 The soldier sought his cheerless bed. 
 He sleeps a feverish sleep. Bright dreams, 
 Like cloud-born rainbows, throw their beams 
 Of pseudo coloring before his eyes, 
 With pictured joys instead the miseries 
 
28 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Which gave them birth. And thus in sleep 
 While chilling tempests o'er him sweep, 
 The soldier dreams :— The din and roar 
 Of battle-fields, are heard no more. 
 Peace rules the land. The harvest song, 
 By summer breezes borne along, 
 Comes mingled with the measured beat 
 Of reapers in the fields of wheat ; — 
 Scenes quickly change, and quick as thought 
 He sits by baskets, heavy laden 
 With rarest food by brothers brought, 
 From far off home, his eyes to gladden. 
 And then upon his ear there comes 
 The heavy boom of sudden battle ; 
 Quick roll the long alarum drums ; 
 The cannons shriek ; the muskets rattle, 
 And downward plunge the bursting bombs : 
 He grasps his gun ; — he seeks the line; — 
 A thousand flashing muzzles shine : 
 In surging waves the foes come on, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 29 
 
 They check not, falter not before him ;— 
 He sees his own weak ranks borne down ; — 
 And hears their sabres clanking o'er him ; 
 They trample him ; he struggles, bleeds, 
 Beneath the feet of charging steeds- 
 But lo ! the hidden magazine 
 Explodes, and rends the world asunder — 
 The valleys yawn ; the hills careen — 
 With one terrific burst of thunder, 
 The quaking sky above is riven, 
 Foeman and friend are upward driven, 
 In one mixed mass of ruin whirled, 
 Up, upward from the lessening world, 
 A globe appearing fast decreasing, 
 'Til laws of gravitation ceasing, 
 He buoyant sails along the heaven ;— 
 Ha, ha, how jubilant, how free, 
 Thus basking in an ether sea ! 
 And now at length he comes again 
 To where those subtle laws begin ; 
 
30 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Slowly he sinks, but faster still, 
 
 Until the sad winds moan and wail 
 
 Around him faster, till the air 
 
 Whistles and cuts through eye and ear ! 
 
 Faster, still faster, till it shrieks, 
 
 And fiery friction burns his cheeks ! 
 
 The flames burst o'er him ! Madly onward ! 
 
 Like some huge meteor plunging downward, 
 
 He draws behind a fiery trail 
 
 Of wild flames, lashing, roaring o'er him ; 
 
 The swelling world grows big before him, 
 
 'Til charred, consumed, with one wild wail 
 
 The flames go out, he hurtles down 
 
 A smoking cinder on the ground ! 
 
 Oh, burning thirst ! Oh furnace breath ! 
 
 Oh withering parching voiceless death ! 
 
 But lo ! a slender waving bough 
 Bends o'er him, all its leaves aglow 
 With glittering globes of honey dew ! 
 And lower, lower, lower dipping, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 31 
 
 Its sweetened lulling dewdrops dripping, 
 
 Bring cool forget fulness. The sound 
 
 Of music softly floats around ; 
 
 A shadow falls. The scene is changed ; 
 
 He scales the hills he 'd oftirnes ranged 
 
 In childhood's days, and longs to share, 
 
 The honors and the toils of war. 
 
 Another change : and now a lover, 
 
 He lives the happy moments over, 
 
 When, forth from some New England home, 
 
 He 'd wandered down the shaded river, 
 
 Not lonely, but with her alone, 
 
 And felt the warm hand throb, and quiver, 
 
 As came the promised " Thine forever." 
 
 He started, woke. The fire gleamed ; 
 
 But sinking back again, he dreamed, — 
 
 Of Cornucopia, golden horn, 
 
 Voluptuous as the lips of morn, 
 
 Deep blushing back the roseate tints 
 
 Of bride-like flowers, which June imprints 
 
32 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 With vernal kisses, breathing low 
 
 But warming to a tender glow ; 
 
 Of Cornucopia, generous sign 
 
 Of blessings from the hand Divine, 
 
 Crowded with viands to the brim, 
 
 And nectar pendant from the rim ; 
 
 Of cellars filled with centuried wines, 
 
 From far Eutopia's tender vines ; 
 
 Of banquet spread upon the green 
 
 In honor of some fairy queen, 
 
 In climes than Orient more fair, 
 
 Balmy as lotus laden air : 
 
 Bright blushing fruits in flower capped cones 
 
 Concentered from the summer zones ; 
 
 Flesh of the tenderest of the flock ; 
 
 Bird from the air, and fish from brook ; 
 
 All that the hungriest could desire, 
 
 Prepared above a spicewood fire, 
 
 Whose savory scent toward heaven ascending, 
 
 With breath of orange blossoms blending, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 38 
 
 Filled all the branches o'er them bending. 
 
 Nor famished wretch could long for more ; 
 
 What e'er he wished was placed before 
 
 His hungry gaze. The feast was spread ; 
 
 A strange, wild incantation said; 
 
 And then the queen arising spake : — 
 
 " Welcome are all ! let all partake ! 
 
 The feast is full ; the feast is free ; 
 
 And if there one among us be 
 
 Of foreign birth, 
 
 Let him be seated nearest me, 
 
 Fed with the dainties of the sea, 
 
 The tend'rest fruitage of the tree, 
 
 The air, the earth : 
 
 Be he our cherished, honored guest, 
 
 By every blessing doubly blest ; 
 
 Oh ! may the moment ne'er be seen, 
 
 Lov'd lords and ladies of the green, 
 
 When in our groves by grief unhaunted> 
 
 By spirit mysteries enchanted, 
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34 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 We fail to guard from death or danger, 
 Who comes to us a peaceful stranger.' ' 
 The fragrance from the feast distilled, 
 With joy his swelling nostrils filled ; 
 But fanned anew his hunger's fire, 
 Kindled more strong his keen desire, 
 As amorous whispers, murmured low, 
 Rouse a youth's passion to a glow. 
 The queen, with blushing finger tips, 
 Raised a full goblet to her lips: — 
 " Here's blooming health to thee and thine !" 
 And quaffed the merry, dancing wine. 
 
 Then he — with goblet raised in hand :— 
 11 Here's to the queen of fairy land! 
 May her domain of wildwood bloom ! 
 Her flowers garner soft perfume ! 
 Her's the fair light of stars and sun, 
 Falling like sifted silver down, 
 In dew drops on her laurel crown !" 
 He tipped his glass, when upward rolled 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 A glittering cloud like vapor'd gold, 
 Or like the soft wing'd gossamer, 
 Star voyager of the upper air, 
 Or like the fountain's rising mist 
 By rainbow crescent arms embraced ; 
 The wine evaporate sought the sky, 
 And left the tempting goblet dry. 
 The bread he vainly strove to clutch, 
 Crumbled to dust before his touch. 
 Whatever to his lips he placed, 
 Vanished alike in form and taste. — 
 He closed his lips on nothingness, 
 Like one who in his dreams would press 
 The phantom form of friend departed, 
 But finds, alas ! his effort thwarted, 
 By his uncertain dim ideal, 
 In seeming true, but all unreal. 
 And all the more the famine raged 
 Within, and could not be assuaged, 
 'Til, fired to fury, hot of blood, 
 
36 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 He rushed to clutch the flying food : 
 The spitted bird, the crisped fish, 
 The juicy fruit, the savory dish, 
 Whatever on the green might be 
 Of silver, gold, or ivory, 
 Without a clash, or clink, or sound, 
 Sank suddenly beneath the ground. 
 Fairies and queen had disappeared, 
 With hurtling shriek like frighten'd bird. 
 
 Cold icy floods seemed o'er him streaming ; 
 Demoniac voices round him screaming; 
 Startled he woke. The vision fled ; 
 And stretched upon a cheerless bed, 
 On which the sifting snows were falling, 
 He heard a little drummer calling, 
 In childish accents sweetly sad : — 
 " Mother, please mother, give me bread l n 
 
 Oh Dreams ! cruel Dreams I why mock ye our sorrow, 
 With visions of pleasure supernally fair ? 
 
VALLEY FOi: 37 
 
 Ye promise the dying a healthful to-morrow, 
 But the hopes ye enkindle ye quench in despair. 
 
 In the land of the stranger the wanderer dreaming, 
 On the swift wings of fancy, returns to his home; 
 
 To his wife, and his children, rejoicingly seeming, 
 With fond arms extended, to beckon him—" Come !" 
 
 All the love of a husband and parent, is burning 
 For the dear ones who welcome him home to his 
 rest, 
 
 And anxiously, hurriedly, heart-fondly yearning, 
 He rushes to press them once more to his breast : 
 
 But his arms enfold nothingness — nothingness clasp- 
 ing ! 
 Have they vanished in air ; are they folded in 
 clouds? 
 See, he starteth back frigidly, tremblingly gasping, 
 For dead at his feet they lie wrapp'd in their 
 shrouds ! 
 
38 VAI/LEY FORGE. 
 
 Oh, ye Dreams ! cruel Dreams ! false mirage of our 
 slumber, 
 Floating Liberty's spectral flag o'er the slave, 
 In his breast ye enkindle bright hopes without num- 
 ber, 
 Which vanish like bubbles that burst on the wave. 
 
 Bound in fetters and chains, the poor convict is sleep- 
 ing 
 
 In the dungeon's deep gloom, with damp rock s 
 'neath his head; 
 But again he 's a child, and his mother is keeping 
 Love's lullaby vigils, beside his soft bed. 
 
 While in sweetest and tenderest tones, she is singing : 
 " Sleep sweetly, God's angels are guarding thee 
 now. 
 Sleep sweetly ; their harpstrings above thee are ring- 
 ing," 
 She stoops to imprint a warm kiss on his brow. 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 39 
 
 She is gone ! like the mists of the morn disappear- 
 ing ; 
 She is gone! and he struggles to clasp her in vain ; 
 Chilling hands hold him fast, and with starting eyes 
 staring, 
 He awakes to the clashing and clank of his chain. 
 
 Oh, look ye! a traveler, reeling and panting, 
 Brain whirling, blood burning, lips parching, sinks 
 down 
 In those furnace-like desert sands, famishing, faint- 
 ing; 
 No water ! no shadow ! but sand, sand alone ! 
 
 Sand, sand, endless sand, where the 'glaring eye turn- 
 ing, 
 Sees no shrub on the earth, not a cloud in the sky ; 
 Sand, sand, unconsumed but for evermore burning 
 In the sun's scorching rays drifting down from on 
 high ! 
 
40 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 On the shoreless wild wastes of that desert, are glim- 
 mering, 
 The skulls of bleached skeletons, laughing at death ; 
 And from their white surfaces tremblingly shim- 
 mering, 
 Beat back the hot waves of the sand's heated breath. 
 
 But his feverish fancy is fertile of shadows ; 
 
 Springs liquidly laugh as they gush from the 
 land; 
 The coolest of rivers flow deep through the meadows, 
 
 And he rushes to drink, but they sink in the sand! 
 
 Oh Dreams ! cruel Dreams ! Your bright visions of 
 heaven, 
 
 But sink the doomed spirit the deeper in hell ; 
 The bark of your hopes on the wild reef is riven ; 
 
 And the close of your song is a moan and a knell! 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 41 
 
 CANTO III. 
 
 'Twas night, nor light of moon, nor distant star, 
 Shone on the mantled earth. Where towering trees 
 Their long and leafless branches spread afar, 
 Which swayed, and wailed, and sighed in every 
 
 breeze, 
 Lifting their column'd stateliness in air, 
 Like pillars for the firmament of leaves, 
 Revolving summer brings,- -a picket fire 
 Crackled, and roared, and blazed, and mounted higher, 
 As ever and anon tall brawny forms 
 Heaped on the fagots, carried in their arms 
 From out the folds of darkness doubly black, 
 Which curled and rolled and deepen'd, crowded back 
 Farther within themselves, until they stood 
 As if supported by the pillar'd wood, 
 Defiant of the light from which they fled, 
 A pitchy wall around— a canopy o'er head. 
 
42 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 The snow upon the frozen ground 
 
 Is packed, and tramped the fire around ; 
 
 Four bristling stacks of arms— and bright 
 
 Their bayonets sparkle in the light ; 
 
 A floor of twigs, on which are spread 
 
 A few torn blankets for a bed. 
 
 Twelve private soldiers ; three, who wear 
 
 The non-commissioned badge, and share 
 
 The trials of the camp— stern men, 
 
 And deeply graven lines of pain 
 
 Upon their pallid faces, show 
 
 The footprints of an untold woe : 
 
 No semblance to a uniform 
 
 Their garments bear, so worn, and torn, 
 
 That when the fitful night-winds blow 
 
 The tattered rags apart, they show 
 
 The white and shivering flesh below. 
 
 And yet, they laugh and sing their songs, 
 Or, warming with their country's wrongs, 
 They vow:—" By help of God and Heaven, 
 
VALLEY FOEGE. 
 
 The dastard foe shall yet be driven 
 
 Back to their dens, 'til none remain, 
 
 A curse-mark on our country's fame !" 
 
 Beside the sparkling fire stands, 
 
 Warming his white and ungloved hands, 
 
 An officer, whose costly dress 
 
 Seems strange in contrast with the rest. 
 
 A flashing sword is by his side ; 
 
 A scarf of silk around him tied ; 
 
 A diamond glitters on his breast ; 
 
 His foot in narrow boot compressed ; 
 
 His hair, luxuriant as a girl's, 
 
 Falls down his neck in jaunty curls : 
 
 And now he twirls his long mustache, 
 
 Or deftly whirls his silken sash, 
 
 Or drumming on his sabre hilt, 
 
 Where diamonds glitter through the gilt, 
 
 He looks with discontented air 
 
 Out through the night, and at the fire, 
 
 Or at th' unostentatious band, 
 
44 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 He deems no honor to command. 
 Why his unrest, and who is he ? 
 A petted child of luxury ; 
 A soldier from the hope of glory, 
 Misguided by the half- told story 
 Which gives the battle's victory shout, 
 But leaves the death and danger out ; 
 A sunshine patriot ; a stranger 
 To all except romance of danger: 
 Like one who chafes to reach the crest 
 Where glory's glittering crown is seen, 
 Before his weary feet have pressed 
 The toilsome steeps which lie between, 
 He thought to wear the laurel wreath, 
 Before his sword had left its sheath. 
 Without the sturdy yeoman zeal, 
 —The tried, refined, attempered steel, 
 Full tough in woe as bright in weal- 
 He faltered, when instead of bays, 
 Of wooed Promotion's tinsel blaze, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. ! ~> 
 
 There came long months of sore distress, 
 Dull waiting, dreary weariness. 
 
 But other spirits discontented, 
 By mutual evil bonds cemented, 
 Have formed a league, a plot invented— 
 To fan the fire of mutiny 
 By slow and subtle calumny, 
 Until its furies burst upon 
 Their peerless chieftain, Washington. 
 
 A member of the league is he, 
 The captain of the guard to-night, 
 Who stands so discontedly 
 Where brightly beams the picket light. 
 His mind is dark: How dark his thought, 
 With more than serpent venom fraught, 
 Who deeply plans to lead astray 
 A soul from Virtue's spotless way, 
 Or seeks, with Treason's poison darts, 
 To blast and blacken loyal hearts ! — 
 His mind is dark ; as oft revolving 
 
46 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 The problem difficult of solving, 
 How best by passion, and by reason, 
 He may implant the germs of treason. 
 He feels the serpent's love of ill, 
 Yet may he lack the serpent's skill. 
 The sparks dance upward merrily — 
 The firelight sparkles cheerily ; 
 But hark ! A voice rings wild and clear, 
 Deep, rich, and full, and swells and floats 
 A cadence of sonorous notes, 
 In sound-waves through the listening air, 
 'Til answering echoes every where, 
 The trees and lonely hills among, 
 Roll back the burden of the song. 
 Beside the fire the singer stands, 
 No minstrel harp is in his hands ; 
 No walls around, no roof of gold, 
 No damask curtains, fold on fold ; 
 No stage, with wealth of drapery, 
 . No brilliant scenes, no tapestry. 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 47 
 
 No audience who breathless hear 
 
 His wondrous song and laud his powers, 
 
 Who give the loud approving cheer, 
 
 And cover him with floods of flowers. 
 
 His stage— the snowy, frozen ground ; 
 
 His hearers stand in silence round ; 
 
 His harp— responsive solitudes ; 
 
 His audience room — the gloomy woods ; 
 
 Its drapery— the darkness spread 
 
 In rayless folds above his head. 
 
 Through all the woods the music rings ; 
 
 A song of liberty he sings. 
 
 The captain turns him scornfully : 
 
 " Yes ! prate and sing of liberty ; 
 
 Sing 'til you'r hoarse, she'll hear your songs ; 
 
 Perchance she'll help avenge your wrongs ! 
 
 Sing ! will these naked forests hear you ? 
 
 Sing ! will these cheerless valleys cheer you? 
 
 Sing of your Washington ; aye, sing 
 
 Until you make the welkin ring ! 
 
48 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 The people murmur and demand 
 The foe be driven from the land ; 
 But yet this hero dares refuse, 
 Because — ' My soldiers lack for shoes.' 
 And says : ' Their destitute condition, 
 From want of clothing and provision, 
 Unfits them for a long campaign.' 
 What reason that, that we remain 
 In this vile camp ? Wise leader he 
 Who starves his men through charity I 
 But some might perish in the snows ; 
 
 I'll grant as much— but then, suppose 
 We lose a thousand from the cold, 
 What then ? Among the men enrolled 
 So small a loss could not be told. 
 What matter if a private dies ? 
 Dead soldiers don't demand supplies. 
 Accurs'd inaction ! here we stay, 
 And pass the weary months away, 
 While Philadelphia guards the foe 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 49 
 
 In cheery walla from cold and snow, 
 
 And feeds them with the best of food, 
 
 And makes their bright and sparkling blood 
 
 Grow warm with w T ine, and dance along 
 
 Attimed to joyous buoyant song. 
 
 A sloth, a coward holds command, 
 
 Or we had swept them from the land." 
 
 What towering form is that which stands 
 Within the shadow of yon tree, 
 With head inclined, with folded hands, 
 Unseen by all the company ? 
 With ample chest, and powerful limb, 
 And eyes that glitter neath a brow 
 Heavy, o'erhanging, sternly grim ; 
 The flashing fire discloses now 
 His bearded face, all tanned and scarred, 
 And long gray locks— 'tis Alf Bernard. 
 A wondrous brilliance gleams beneath 
 That shaggy brow, and deep the breath 
 Comes forced between the close-shut teeth. 
 
50 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 The captain stands with eyes askance, 
 Nor hears that breath, nor sees that glance. 
 Around him silent stand his men 
 With moody lowering brows ; but then, 
 What cares he for the brows that lower ? 
 The glittering bauble, badge of power, 
 The talisman upon his shoulder 
 Which makes the foe a charmed beholder*,. 
 —A charmed beholder when that foe 
 Is subject in the ranks below— 
 Is full protection ; no one dare 
 To contravene an officer. 
 " Hark ye, my men," he says, " no one 
 But coward will endure so long, 
 Disgraced command like this ; but list ! 
 Another fortnight will divest 
 Stupidity of power, and then 
 Will glory crown our arms again. 
 The plot is laid, and nobly planned, 
 Ha ! How the news will thrill the land, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 51 
 
 When Gates, the hero, takes command. 
 One thing alone must yet be clone ; 
 United action ! every one 
 
 Must so accord with all the rest, 
 There '11 be no power to resist. 
 
 A single blow !" " Traitor, beware !" 
 
 Rolls out upon the midnight air 
 
 A solemn voice : " Beware, beware !" 
 
 The captain startles, grasps his sword, 
 
 Whirls on his men— "Who spoke that word ! 
 
 Who calls me Uaitor, and who dare 
 
 To threaten me, c Beware, beware ' ? 
 
 Speak, and I'll smite you where you stand !" 
 
 He lifts his bickering blade in hand. 
 
 " Hold " came the voice. From out the wood 
 
 A giant apparation strode : 
 
 " I spoke that word. I, Alf Bernard, 
 
 I called thee traitor, and I dared 
 
 To threaten thee— Beware, beware ! 
 
 So strike ye, strike, the mark is fair ! 
 
52 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Strike, strike, and c smite me where I stand ' ! 
 
 Why falter with uplifted hand? 7 ' 
 
 What sudden power has fear ? That brow, 
 
 Anon so flushed, is pallid now ; 
 
 As towers that hoary form before him, 
 
 Surprise and trembling fear creep o'er him, 
 
 As looking in that eye of fire 
 
 The tall form seems to tower higher ; 
 
 The lips seem cut in steel— the breast 
 
 Heaves with emotions yet repressed : 
 
 As looking in that eye of fire . 
 
 He feels its deadly serpent charm 
 
 Which rivets him with hushed alarm, 
 
 And moveless makes his lifted arm. 
 
 Up speaks Bernard : — 
 
 " Strike, or thy men 
 May laugh when thou shalt draw again. 
 Coward ! put down that sword. No harm 
 Could ever issue from thine arm 
 To him who met thee face to face. 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Within some secret, hidden place, 
 
 Beneath the shadow of the night, 
 
 By cunning stealth, perchance ye might 
 
 Slay sleeping babes. Put down that hand, 
 
 Ye craven mockery of command ! 
 
 I would not soil these hands of mine, 
 
 Which never struck but open foe, 
 
 With cringing coward blood like thine." 
 
 —The captain dropped his hand — " But know, 
 
 Enough this night I've heard, to tear 
 
 Those epaulets which thou dost wear, 
 
 From off thy shoulders, and to hang 
 
 Thy worthless carcass from yon limb. 
 
 Dost think to hide thy traitor shame 
 
 With gold, or epaulets, or name ? 
 
 Ye glitter in authority— 
 
 A private I, but in thy face 
 
 I shake this hoary beard, and place 
 
 The stigma of thy treachery, 
 
 Foiled mutiny and black disgrace 
 
 Upon thy name, upon thy race. 
 
54 VALliEY FORGE. 
 
 What art thou, wretch ? What hast thou done, 
 
 What battles fought, what victories won, 
 
 What knowledge holds thy shallow brain, 
 
 Of camp, or field, or long campaign, 
 
 That thou shouldst here presume to arraign 
 
 The noble Washington ? 
 
 I've seen him in the thick of fight, 
 
 When cowards like thyself had fled 
 
 Half stupefied with sheer affright. 
 
 I've seen him where a Braddock bled ; 
 
 And oh ! it was a gallant sight, 
 
 When British soldiers turned and fled, 
 
 To see him struggle o'er his dead, 
 
 Dashing the foe from left to right, 
 
 'Til gory fields grew doubly red ; 
 
 While madly round his stately form — 
 
 Ha ! how he towered clad in blue ! 
 
 A storm of deadly missiles flew, 
 
 But heaven protected him from harm ; 
 
 And by his skill and valiant hand 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 He Bayed the remnant of his band. 
 
 Oh, never to the sons of men 
 
 Will such a chief be born again ! 
 
 Ye called him coward. Villain ! I 
 
 Do call thee liar ! By this beard, 
 
 And by the name of Alf Bernard, 
 
 If e'er again such thing be heard 
 
 From out thy mouth, then thou shalt die! 
 
 11 What art thou, wretch ? What hast thou done, 
 That thou shouldst speak of Washington 
 As sloth? I've seen him when the fight 
 Was over, and the longed for night 
 Brought worn and tired soldiers rest ; 
 His weary head no pillow pressed ; 
 No rest for him ; but all night long 
 He moved the sleeping camps among ; 
 
 M He roused the drowsy sentinel : 
 Inspected cannon, powder, shell ; 
 Then, visiting the hospital ; — 
 Oh, sad is war, and sad the sight, 
 
56 m VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 To see them by the sickly light 
 With upturned faces, ghastly white, 
 In long straight rows ! — lie bent above 
 The wounded with a woman's love- 
 Love deeper than a woman's love- 
 He brush 'd aside a tear of sorrow, 
 And whispered : — 
 
 * Best and Heaven bless you ! 
 God helping us, we will redress you! 
 Sleep my brave men, and good betide you ! 
 Too soon may others lie beside you, 
 For we must battle on the morrow ! * 
 
 " And then with slow and measured tread, 
 With folded arms and bow'd head, 
 
 Backward and forward by the guns, 
 He walked foj hours all alone. 
 The moon went down behind the hill ; — 
 The sentry saw him walking still ; 
 The darkness hid his form from sight, 
 But ceaseless through the dead of night 
 
VALLEY FORGE. r )7 
 
 Was hoard the slow and measured boat 
 Of Washington's unwearied feet: 
 And thus ere night had passed away 
 He planned the battle of the day 
 Which came and gave us victory. 
 
 " I 've seen him on the field of blood ; 
 I 've seen him on the raging flood ; 
 I 've seen him in the cheerless camp ; 
 With naught except a mantle 'round him, 
 Lie down where night and duty found him, 
 Ou beds of granite cold and damp ; 
 
 Lie down beside his weary men, 
 Because he chose to share their pain : — 
 Oh never to the sons of men 
 Will such a chief be born again ! 
 
 11 Ye plot his fall : Young man beware ! 
 The huntsman often springs his snare, 
 And finds, too late, the unlucky elf, 
 His game is but his worthless self. 
 
 " Ye talk of marching on the foe ; 
 
58 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Well may'st thou talk of that, since thou 
 Art warmly clad ; but look ye how 
 These men who stand around thee now, 
 Are shivering with cold. 
 
 " Oh ! keenly cuts the crusted snow, 
 And bitter winds in winter blow, 
 And many a gallant name, I know, 
 Will vanish from the roll. 
 I ' ve wintered on the wild bleak shore 
 Of northern lakes, and heard the roar 
 Of hollow tempests howling o'er ; 
 I've heard the wolf's growl at the door ; 
 But what the soldiers now endure ! 
 Such storms I never saw before, 
 Although I 'm growing old. 
 Be justice done ! More noble he 
 Who suffers in obscurity, 
 For freedom, unrepiningly ; 
 Than he who leads to victory, 
 Emblazoned with authority, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 59 
 
 And glittering with gold ! 
 Yet how they bear their misery 
 Awakes anew the hope in me, — 
 My native land may yet be free, 
 Before my days are told. 
 My native land ! My bosom thrills, 
 To think me of thy woods and hills ; 
 Thy mountain bands like ribs of steel, 
 Where all untamed the eagles wheel ; 
 Thy prairies, billowed by the breeze ; 
 Thy rivers, rolling to the seas : 
 How thrills an old man's heart, ah, me! 
 To think me when thy hills among, 
 The free and fearless song I 've sung, 
 In years long gone, when I was young ! 
 Yes, yes, I know thou wilt be free, 
 Before my days are told. 
 
 " Young man, your plot will fail ; beware ! 
 Xor rouse the lion from his lair ! 
 I 've warned you well, — beware, beware !" 
 
60 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 A gust of wind came through the wood ; 
 The fire burn'd low ; and where they stood, 
 A cloud of curling smoke was blown, 
 And when it lifted, Alf was gone : 
 But as they stood all wond'ring there, 
 That word the echoes seemed to bear 
 Through darkling wood, on hollow air, 
 With deep and distant voice — " Beware !" 
 
 As one who walks the narrow crest 
 Of some wild cliff which towers o'er 
 The breakers, as they beat and roar, 
 Against a torn and granite shore ; 
 Who walks the awful giddy crest 
 Which none but eagles' feet have press'd, 
 No wider than his hand, 
 Where but a breath a sudden blown, 
 A treacherous step, a rolling stone, 
 Would dash him on the strand — 
 
VALI.KV FOKGE. 61 
 
 Yet in his arms he bears a child ; 
 
 He tore it from the eagle's nest ; 
 
 He clasped it to his throbbing breast : 
 
 But hark, the eagles ! Shrieking wild, 
 
 They scream defiance from on high ; 
 
 They circle o'er their enemy ; 
 
 A moment poise, a moment gleam, 
 
 Then, flashing like an arrow's beam, 
 
 Come screaming down the sky ! 
 
 They dash upon him. With their wings 
 
 They beat him, and with gory beaks 
 
 They rend his flesh, they tear his cheeks ; 
 
 Still closely to the child he clings, 
 
 Nor dare a moment lift his arm 
 
 To beat them from his bleeding form ; 
 
 For should his watchfulness decrease, 
 
 His jealous arms a moment cease 
 
 To clasp his child, like leaden weight 
 
 'T would fall, down, down the giddy height, 
 
 A thousand dizzy meters down, 
 
62 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Down from the awful crags that loom, 
 Down, down where bursting billows boom, 
 'Til shivered on the lithean wave, 
 Foam, crimson tinged, would mark its grave ; 
 And he, the sire, in wild endeavor, 
 Would leap to save, and sink forever: 
 As one thus tott'ring on the crest, 
 All torn and mangled by the foe, 
 Yet clasps his offspring to his breast, 
 Tho' dark destruction yawns below, — 
 So Washington, fair Freedom's son, 
 Of all her chiefs the chosen one, 
 Bore in his arms her darling child : 
 Below were Slavery's breakers surging ; 
 Above, around, like rays converging, 
 Came black-winged slanders blindly wild, 
 Whirled 'round with reviling shrieks, 
 And tore him with their venomed beaks ; 
 Nor dared he ward him from their blows, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 63 
 
 However fierce, it would expose 
 His precious charge to deadlier foes. 
 
 Oh ! who can bear the bitter stiugs 
 Which point and poison Slander's wings? 
 Who, the more deep than sabre thrust, 
 That subtlest wound, a friend's distrust ? 
 More withering than a foe's derision, 
 The virus of a friend's suspicion ? 
 What chief who on the field of strife, 
 'Mid clashing columns risks his life, 
 To bear his country's banner high, 
 And crown her there with victory, 
 Can yet endure but calumny, 
 From those for whom he fought ? 
 His truest actions wrongly viewed, 
 His purest motives misconstrued, 
 His struggles counted naught ? 
 Ah, he alone whose spirit burning 
 With e-sence of diviner things, 
 Still truer grows with bitterest spurning, 
 
64 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 As harps grow sweeter with the turning 
 Of keys which stretch the tensive strings ! 
 Ah, he alone whose spirit thrills 
 With love, too deep for selfish pleasures, 
 Whose mind his country's welfare fills, 
 Whose boding thought her future measures ; 
 Who dare receive the deadly dart, 
 Swift driving to his country's heart ! 
 Few have there been— like this I ween, 
 But such an one— was Washington. 
 
 CANTO IV. 
 
 'Twas morning ; but the distant sun 
 Seemed shivering in a frozen sky, 
 Though passing bright to look upon, 
 Its incandescence came not nigh, 
 But only seemed to flash, and quiver 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 65 
 
 An imaged sun in crystal river, 
 
 A bright coquette with charmed devise, 
 
 With look of love, with heart of ice. 
 
 The forest twigs were all embossed 
 With myriad globes of beaded frost, 
 Until they gleamed, a million spires, 
 All brilliant with their crystal fires; 
 Or pendent flashed as stalactites 
 With countless scintillating lights. 
 The snows were crisped ; and, in the camp, 
 Beneath the soldiers' toilsome tramp, 
 They shrilled like microtonic bells — 
 Like frost-bells, infin'tesimals — 
 A chime of tinkling tones harmonic, 
 Minutest tones, yet telephonic. 
 
 And had these beauties came betimes 
 
 When all was mirth, and all were gay, 
 
 Those crystal spires, those frost-bell chimes, 
 
 The tinkling of their mimic rhymes, 
 
 The flashing of frost-ocean's spray ; 
 6 
 
66 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 They had not failed of wonted praise : 
 Ah, beauty, born of bitter days, 
 Is Hymen at the funeral rite, 
 Ill-timed and shocking to the sight. 
 
 That morning, when they formed the guard, 
 They called the name of Alf Bernard: 
 " No, no ! " a brave young soldier said, 
 " He must not go ; take me instead ; 
 He shall not go ! What, one so old 
 Stand sentry in the snow and cold ?" 
 
 11 Hush boy ; ye know not what ye say ; 
 What 's toil to you, I deem but play ; 
 The young bough bends before the breeze 
 Which only fans the toughened trees ; 
 The frost, which nips the tender germ, 
 But makes the solid oak more firm 
 Does not the watch the father keep, 
 And guard his children while they sleep ?" 
 So, leaving them with kindly words, 
 He grasped his gun, and joined the guards. 
 
VAI.I.KV FOB 
 
 The lingering rays of latest day 
 
 Had fainter grown, then passed away : 
 And night had cast its shad'wy pall 
 Upon the snow clad earth ; while all 
 The world around seemed strangely still. 
 Upon a bleak and barren hill 
 Covered with sparsely scattered wood, 
 Old Alf Bernard, grim, watching, stood. 
 
 There came an awful change: on high 
 Spread black the cloud-veil of the sky, 
 While madly howling winds rushed on, 
 From out the Storm King's frozen home. 
 The clouds were rent ; the moon looked down 
 And for a moment shudd'ring shone, 
 Upon a wild and awful form— 
 The black mailed spectral of the storm ; 
 His chariot wheels by tempests driven 
 Along the billowy waves of heaven ; 
 
 His breath the forest maple rending; 
 The stubborn oak before him bending ; 
 
68 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 While crash on crash, from near and far, 
 
 Told the wild fury of the war. 
 
 A moment, and the veil was drawn ; 
 
 The rent clouds closed ; the moon was gone. 
 
 No summer lightnings flashed and fled, 
 
 Their momentary lustre shed, 
 
 But sable Darkness rolled his breath, 
 
 Black as the Stygian tide of death- 
 Black as the ebon cloud of gloom, 
 
 Which hangs forever o'er the tomb- 
 Black as God's anger-blackened pall, 
 Which hung in Pharo's rayless hall. 
 On through the gloom that hid the world, 
 The storm, resistless, rushing, whirled ; 
 Shrieked through the splintered branches, seeming 
 Like sea gulls o'er the tempest screaming ; 
 Bellowed afar, in sullen roar, 
 Like wild waves on a winter shore. 
 From angry clouds surcharged, the hail 
 Hurtled like spears on coats of mail, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. (>!> 
 
 Bearing along with icy breath, 
 Its hissing, driving waves of death, 
 Like war's mad missiles fiercely driven 
 Down from the battlements of heaven, 
 Until the forests rocked and reeled, 
 Like some shell-beaten battle-field. 
 Bird, beast, and man for refuge fled, 
 Or tarrying long were stricken dead. 
 
 But where is Alf ? On that wild hill, 
 He stands amid the tempest still ; 
 Benumbed with cold, and stunned with hail, 
 His long hair drifting on the gale. 
 Like some grim old baronial hall, 
 Proudly defiant in its fall 
 He stands ; while through his clinched teeth 
 He mutters with spasmodic breath,— 
 " Never shall lying craven bopst, 
 That Alf Bernard forsook his post ! 
 
 Bernard fear death ? Ha ha ! Ah, why 
 
 Should leafless trees regret to die ! 
 
70 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 A withered, fruitless trunk am 1 1 
 
 And when goes out this spark of fire, 
 
 This worthless breath, 
 
 Xo child— not one !— will call me sire,. 
 
 And mourn my death." 
 
 Then o'er his mind delirium threw 
 
 A sudden maze, 
 
 And quick his fancy backward flew 
 
 To other days : 
 
 11 Ah where am I? How went the fight. 
 
 When I was wounded yesternight ?. 
 And tell me Surgeon : is it true 
 That all were slain except us two ? — 
 Us two ! — I do bethink me now, 
 You said that she was wounded ! How,. 
 Sir, tell me, tell how that could be ! 
 I screened her from the enemy, — 
 'Twas not her blood but mine instead, 
 My blood which dyed her garments red, 
 Why tremble man ? She is not dead — 
 
VAI.I.KY FORGE. 
 
 Speak ! Where is she ? 
 
 " Ah, where am I ? 
 
 What dimness this upon my sight? 
 What demon voices screaming by?— 
 
 Now I bethink me: It is night— 
 I 'm old, and since that awful day, 
 Two score of years have passed away ; 
 I 'm old ! I have outlived my race ; 
 They 're dead ! My dying will eflace 
 The name Bernard, for none will trace — 
 —Proud of a parent's history— 
 Their lineal glory back to me : 
 —Christ shrive me if regret be sin !— 
 This, had she lived, might not have been ! 
 But that is in the stormy past I 
 I've lived a life of storms ! — The blast 
 Drives mad, but none shall ever boast, 
 That Alf Bernard forsook his post. 
 My youth, my manhood, and my age, 
 Have only known the battle's rage, 
 
72 VALLEY FOBOB. 
 
 And now, when silvery liairs oVrspread 
 
 This <>M and weather-beateo head, 
 
 Shall I, like paltry coward, mar 
 
 The little feme I've won in war, 
 
 And leave my post in wild alarm 
 
 To 'scape the fury of the storm, 
 
 Lotting the foe, with sabre bared, 
 
 Pounce on the army unprepared, 
 
 And in his coward victory 
 
 Shriek the death knell of liberty! 
 
 Never ! What ! Death ! Oh God, thy will "— 
 
 —The voice of the wind rose wild and shrill, 
 
 The whirlwind swept the barren hill ; 
 
 Bnt over his form, so gray and old, 
 
 The tempest's breath, as it onward rolled, 
 
 A monody moaned through the trees, and told, 
 
 Like the solemn knell 
 
 Of a funeral bell, — 
 
 That Alf Bernard was dead ! 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 78 
 
 >Twas morning, and the storm had flown ; 
 A sad and solemn monotone, 
 Of mournful voices, echoed well 
 The cadence of the tempest-knell. 
 Upon that wild storm beaten hill, 
 By morning's first gray dawn they'd found him ; 
 His flesh like frosted marble chill, 
 His mantle closely drawn around him. 
 He died, yet like a soldier died, 
 With trusty rifle by his side ; 
 And through his beard a woven sheen 
 Of silvery ice-drops formed a screen. 
 And there, in folds, the beaded sleet, 
 A glittering crystal finding sheet, 
 Enwrapped him in, and sparkling glowed 
 Upon him — lying straight and proud, 
 The stateliest knight in courtliest shroud. 
 And there were tears, where not a tear 
 Had gushed and gleamed for many a year ; 
 Tears, when witli low, half stifled sound, 
 
71 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 The whisper passed the camps around— 
 
 That Alf Bernard was dead— 
 
 'Twas hard to realize, and seemed 
 
 A bitter dream which they had dreamed. 
 
 All stately o'er the stately dead, 
 He came, the chief, and bowed his head, 
 And wept, long gazing in his face, 
 Who'd seemed the mentor of his race. 
 And, while thus lowly bending o'er, 
 He saw what none had seen before, — 
 Now scarcely seen— 
 Just peeping from the vesture fold, 
 A locket and a chain of gold 
 Of curious workmanship and old. 
 Then slow as 'twere a sacred thing, 
 He drew it forth ; he touched the spring ; 
 When lo! a lock of golden hair, 
 And a single word engraven there — 
 "Evangeline!" 
 
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 They buried him, but uot his name ; 
 And often by the fitful light 
 Of camp fires, in the deep of night, 
 They told the story — how it came 
 That Alf Bernard was dead. 
 
 CANTO V. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 Accurs'd Oppression ! born in deepest hell, 
 Where devils gathered round thee at thy birth ; 
 
 Their song, thy natal song, was freedom's knell ; 
 Which told thee prince imperial of the earth ! 
 
 By what iell power, Oppression, hast thou reigned 
 For countless ages o'er a free-born race ? 
 
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 By what unlaw i'ul spell hast thou obtained 
 
 Man'- meek submission, till thou dids't efface 
 
 Well nigh his liberty, first gift of God, 
 Hound him in chains, and ruled him with a rod? 
 With what demoniac spirit hast thou filled 
 His heart with lust of power and black ambition, 
 Til nations trembled, when the tyrant willed, 
 And paved with skulls his pathway to position? 
 Man, man has done thy vilest deeds, for thou 
 Didst bribe him with the burning pledge of glory, 
 Saying .— " Go hide the Cain curse on thy brow, 
 Beneath a crown of gold ; with song and story, 
 From servile lips of scared and cringing slaves, 
 O'erwhelm the orphan's sob and widow's wail ; 
 Those Banquo shadows, so unearthly pale, 
 The restless ghosts of men untimely slain, 
 Which haunt thy double sight and fevered brain, 
 With burning hamlets' fast consuming waves, 
 Dispel ; they ne'er will come again ; 
 
VALLEY FOBOB. 77 
 
 Thou pile thy palaces above tlio gra 
 From whence they came! Be more than monarch- 
 god! 
 longei live a brother of the clod ! 
 Unlock the floodgates of the crimson flood, 
 And >ail thy regal ship o'er seas of blood !" 
 AccursM ( Oppression ! oh ! what floods of tears, 
 Have left their tide-marks on the sands of years ! 
 What groans come ringing through the vaults of time, 
 Where rolled thy crushing juggernaut of crime, 
 Along its flesh-paved way ! Alas ! for shame ! 
 Too many ready Neroes hast thou found, 
 To emulate thy wrongs, to seek thy name, 
 To pile the fagots, and to light the flame, 
 Around the sacrifice of human soul> : 
 Then, from their lofty emiuence looking down, 
 Gloat o'er the devastation spread around ; 
 Inhale soul-incense, ns it upward rolls ; 
 Feel deeper joy, with every deepening breath, 
 And glory in the moans and groans of death ! 
 
78 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Ye Christian Kings ! Ye rulers, Heaven appointed, 
 
 With holy oil, by holier hands, anointed ! 
 
 Just Kings ! How God's approval must be given, 
 
 As, looking downward from the court of Heaven, 
 
 He sees a race beneath thy justice quake, 
 
 And thousands slaughtered for the Savior's sake ! 
 
 How well ye hide your black apostacy 
 
 Beneath the shadow of Mount Calvary ! 
 
 Where Philadelphia rears its friendly walls, 
 Oppression fed his hosts in marble halls, 
 With luxuries impressed by pillagers 
 In gay attire, from helpless villagers. 
 His well fed charges, champed in cheery stalls ; 
 And there were feasts, and fetes, and festivals, 
 And wines, and women, and official balls ; 
 The flashing epaulet ; the gaudy dress ; 
 The intricacies of the mazy dance ; 
 The unallowed but unrebuked caress ; 
 The snowy cover of licentousness ; 
 Th' attempted loftiness of mein and glance, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 79 
 
 Which marks the fool ; the glitter and the show 
 Of conquering soldiery, who deem the foe 
 No longer to be feared ; the low born song ; 
 The foe of freedom, and the friend of wrong ; 
 The tramp of veterans as they moved along ; 
 The boastful coward, joyful most to see 
 The sad accounts of death and misery 
 At Valley Forge ; the real Briton brave, 
 Wishing alone to see his banner wave 
 O'er what he deemed his own : all, all were there ; 
 The winter swept along with mirth and cheer ; 
 The present was a joy ; the future, bode no fear. 
 There comes a lull before the fiercest storms, 
 Which sweep in fury o'er the human soul, 
 Deep as the awful stillness which alarms 
 All nature to a listening hush, while forms 
 The black browed tempest, 'til beyond control, 
 The pent up lightnings burst, and deeply roll 
 The hollow thunders ; for, the springs of power 
 Are in the massive bands, which hold in check 
 
gO VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Its cumulative force; 'til, in an hour, 
 
 It bursts its bonds, and drives the shapeless wreck 
 
 Of vast Armadas, o'er the plunging waves ; 
 
 Or howls a hollow dirge above the graves 
 
 Of mariners, whose empty sails drooped o'er 
 
 The glassy waters, but an hour before. 
 
 Firm bound, 'neath granite hill and mountain 
 band, 
 In vaults Plutonian, seas of fire and smoke 
 Expansive seethe, beneath the crust of land ; — 
 Hush ! What deep om'nous sound was that which 
 
 broke 
 Upon the ear? Behold ! the burning sky 
 Gleams blood-red, with the seething meteors, driven 
 
 From out some deep volcanic battery, 
 
 Upward, 'til lost within the canopy 
 
 Of sulphur smoke, which rolls along the heaven ! 
 
 Than ocean waves more fearful, and more fleet, 
 
 The billowy land -swells rock beneath our feet ; 
 
 Mountains new-born of earthquakes, from the womb 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 81 
 
 Of ocean, burst like giants strong, now free 
 From bonds, hurl back the billows of the sea, 
 Which, frightened, flee to give the monsters room ; 
 And high, through mantling smoke, they darkly 
 
 loom. 
 Others, whose summits have remain'd untrod, 
 Save when they trembled to the tread of God, 
 Tremble and shake, as though an awful doom. 
 Hangs over them ; they totter, reel, and nod, 
 And toppling downward, with one hollow boom,. 
 They sink forever in an ocean tomb ; 
 And ocean comes : the awful vortex fills, 
 Where cities, boastful of their eternal hills, 
 Had gleamed, the glory of the granite shore, 
 In rapt security an hour before — 
 In rapt security ! That haughty host, 
 So boastful of their triumph o'er the foe, 
 May find the very powers, of which they boast, 
 Are but deceitful bands, which bind below, 
 
 A deep volcanic force ; a freeman's hate ; 
 
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VALLEY FO} 
 
 Ami y.-t may find, but find, when all too late, 
 ThemsetaB, their pride, their hope, their power en- 
 tombed, 
 In the dark depths to which their foes were doomed : 
 Their foes, victorious, o'er apparent fate, 
 May yet to freedom rise, if patiently they wait. 
 
 Muffled the drums, and slow their solemn tread, 
 Who daily followed, to the silent tomb, 
 
 The forms emaciate of the patriot dead ; 
 While, o'er the camp, a darker pall of gloom, 
 
 With each expiring life, was still more deeply 
 spread. 
 How silently they walked, nor murmured !— still, 
 
 In tell-tale lines, by oft recurrence worn, 
 This thought was writ, upon their faces chill : 
 
 " Who bears to-day, to-morrow may be borne, 
 To swell those silent ranks upon the hill, 
 To lengthen out those long, fast-lengthening lines 
 Of mounded graves, where Winter's banner shines." 
 
 Disease and Famine brooded o'er the camp ; 
 
VAM.KY WOl 
 
 'Through tent and hospital, from night to night, 
 
 They moved, like ghosts, and bon ral lamp ; 
 
 And wh ere soever they threw tlr unearthly light, 
 The throbbing heart ill; the spirit took its 
 
 flight. 
 How -urPring clogs the weary wheels of time I 
 When life i- buoyant Sfl a Bummer's cloud, 
 It- days a- quickly pass. Man in his prime 
 
 < >f hope, and energy, and strength, ere bowed 
 
 By sore calamity, or year.-, exclaims : — 
 11 How swift the moments come, and coming go ! 
 How fast our bubbles down the river flow ! 
 How quick our joys consume within thy flam* 
 O, ever pre s en t Now!— thou torchlight, burning 
 Along existence* thread, and quickly turning 
 All thingB to ashes : Stay I ye fleeting crowd 
 
 < )f sunbeam moments, let me linger still, 
 And draw, from swelling life, a deeper thrill, 
 Ere yet I totter down the steepening hill, 
 Until, by weight of years and sorrow bowed, 
 
84 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 Death wraps me in the mantle of a shroud ! 
 ( ) ! stay yet longer, envied moments, stay ! 
 Draw not night's shadows o'er my manhood's day, 
 I ask none better, haste thou not away !" 
 
 But oh ! how heavy roll the burdened wheels, 
 As time his weary journey moves along, 
 
 To him who looks, and longs, but only feels 
 The weight of misery, and curse of wrong : 
 As, all alone, 
 In his cell of stone, 
 
 Mouldy, and cold, and dark, where moan 
 The hollow winds, through the iron bars,— 
 He watches the coming of sun, and stars: 
 He counts the moons as they wax and wane, 
 And longs for their coming and going again ; 
 And he marks them down on the limestone floor, 
 Or on the wall, 
 Where the dim rays fall, 
 With a rusted bolt, which he madly tore 
 From the pitiless sides of the iron door, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 85 
 
 When it shut him in, long years before: 
 
 And there for hours he often stands, 
 
 Or crouching down on his bony hands, 
 
 He counts those worn lines, one by one, 
 
 That tell of the changes of moon and sun ; 
 
 He groans, when his work is done, and then, 
 
 Commences and counts them o'er again, 
 
 Comparing the past with the future, to see 
 
 How much longer, alas ! the years will be, 
 
 'Til they drag the weary months away, 
 
 And let him out to the light of day : — 
 
 Thus slowly wore the weeks away, to those 
 
 Besieged by famine, and relentless snows ; 
 
 Until their wasted forms to shadows grew ; 
 
 'Till every icy tempest chilled them through ; 
 
 With hollow eyes, they watched the changeful skies ; 
 
 Alas! they saw but wilder storms arise. 
 
 Wide flew the dove of hope o'er wintry track, 
 
 But all was waste, and hunger drove it back. 
 
 Dark brooding on the future, there appeared 
 
86 VALl/EY FORGE. 
 
 No ray of hope, to light the deep'ning gloom, 
 No hand, to save them from the fate they feared, 
 To snatch the army from a common tomb, 
 Or rescue Freedom from impending doom. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 Jehovah sat upon the throne of Heaven ; 
 And round about a mingled company 
 Of glowing Saraphim, and Cherubim; 
 And, all in robes of white, the radient host 
 Of spirits, ransomed from a world of sin, — 
 A multitude innumerable stood. 
 
 And there were harpers with their golden harps, 
 And while they swept the sweet accordant strings, 
 Until the tremulous atmosphere of heaven 
 Seem'd throbbing with harmonious melodies, 
 An anthem of eternal praise they sang, 
 Which, swelling, closed with one triumphant burst 
 Of :— " Hallelujah ! Blessed be our King ! " 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 87 
 
 And close beside the throne, a radiant throng, 
 Of infant choiristers, their voices raised, 
 In songs of silvery tenderness, and cried ; — 
 11 Forever blessed be the Lamb of God, 
 Sweet Lamb of love, who loving, died for us ! " 
 
 Then, from the host of saints, arose the song : — 
 "Oh holy, holy, holy, Holy Ghost ! 
 Thou Comforter ! to Thee be endless praise ! " 
 
 And then the harpers, choristers, and saints, 
 In one grand swell of mingled symphonies, 
 Which rolled its cadence to the distant hills, 
 Where flows through waving green the river Life ; 
 Or o'er yon mountains, on whose shining tops 
 Concentered rays of heavenly halo hang ; 
 Or farther e'en, to where the gates of pearl 
 Shine, crystal guards, on Zion's utmost bound ; — 
 Thus sang : " Eternal God ! Most holy One ! 
 The burning orbs which mirror back thy light, 
 Throughout the dreary wastes of endless space ; 
 The bended vast concave of ether sea; 
 
88 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 The holy hills of Zion, round about ; 
 And all the countless host before thy throne : 
 Sing :— ' Holy, holy, blest forever be 
 The Triune God ! ' and hallelujahs raise, 
 To Father, Son, and H >ly Ghost. Amen." 
 
 Lo ! like an echo, from the crystal depths 
 Of most melodious waters, wafted back 
 Across its parent harps' reverbrant strings, 
 The seeming echo of their cadent song, 
 Came floating from the distant pearly gates ! 
 And through those gates, a soft effulgence rose, 
 As tho' it were a star, all coronate, 
 And tress'd with liquid lines of amber light. 
 And now, more nearly drawn, it took the form 
 Of constellated spirits, each a star, 
 Which shone from out the nebula of light, 
 Like those which twinkle through the golden hair, 
 Of her, the bright Aurora of the north. 
 It grew in brilliance, coming still more near, 
 With beams of glory flashing from the throne, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 85 
 
 As wand'ring stars approaching to the sun, 
 
 Do clothe themselves in his effulgent rays. 
 
 And wafted onward came its melodies, 
 
 Like distant, changeful chimes, or like wild notes 
 
 Of unseen harps suspended in the air, 
 
 Whose chords the fingers of the wind do sweep, 
 
 With ever varying sound ; now breathing soft 
 
 As angel's lullaby to sleeping babe ; 
 
 Now swelling onward in crescendo grand, 
 
 Of mingled symphonies, 'til e'en the sky 
 
 Seems resonant of sound ; and now again 
 
 To limpid whispers falls, as sweet as though 
 
 'Twere breathed on roses from the lips of June. 
 
 Thus through the " portals of eternal day," 
 
 Came Liberty and her attendant host, 
 
 Of spirits ministrant, and now before 
 
 Th' Almighty's throne she stood, and in a voice 
 
 Which thrilled them all with sympathy, who heard, 
 
 The goddess thus began :— 
 
90 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 11 God, sceptered, crowned 
 With attributes and powers all thine own ; 
 Upon whose will dependent rests the sphere 
 Of all create existences ! Thou God, 
 Of love and justice the exhaustless source, 
 Bow down thine ear to me, and hear my prayer ! 
 In yonder orb, called Earth, from whence I come, 
 Thy children weep,— the ones thou gavest me 
 To bear the banner of my cause, and smite 
 The dragon of oppression to his death. 
 Oh ! when thy spirit o'er the waters flew, 
 And deeply brooded o'er chaotic night, 
 Didst thou not promise me yon budding earth 
 A fair inheritance, where I might reign ? 
 Oppression rules ! Beneath his pond'rous tread, 
 He crushes all who would espouse my cause ; 
 Upon the shrine of freedom, he would rear 
 A palace, built of skeletons concrete ; 
 Would clothe himself in gold and purple robe s 
 Be-diamonded with crystal human tears ; 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 91 
 
 And, through distended nostrils, deeply draw 
 The incense smoke of freemen offered up. 
 
 Fur from their homes, in trackless wilds of snow, 
 Where stern despotic winter, throned in ice, 
 And mantled in gray clouds and driving storms, 
 Proclaims with tempest breath his regal sway, 
 Thy sons, the brave defenders of my cause, 
 Now famish, weep, and die ! Oh, hollow ey 
 Oh, ghostly forms! Oh, living skeletons ! 
 Oh, bitterness of cherished hopes deferred ! 
 O prayers and tears of mothers for their sons ! 
 
 doom of freedom darkling o'er the land ! 
 
 In spirit essence all invisible, 
 
 1 moved throughout the camp at dead of night ; 
 I bent above them sleeping, heard their prayers 
 Afi in deep moans they called upon thy name ; 
 Saw briny tears roll down their fevered cheeks, 
 Like bitter waters in a thirsty land. 
 
 Some spoke of liberty, and some in dreams, 
 
 Which mocked them waking, talked of balmy spring; 
 
02 VALLEY FOBGE. 
 
 Sonic Bhivering sat by fires, nor slept; and some 
 Lay staring through the ray less darkness— dead ! 
 
 And must they perish all, and I be driven 
 A fugitive from mine inheritance? 
 Oh ! burden'd with their woes and prayers, I come, 
 And bow a suppliant before thy throne, 
 Stretch forth thy hand, Great God, in their behalf!" 
 She ceased, as kneeling there, and ardent looked 
 Angelic pleadings on the face divine. 
 Then soft eyed Pity, wrapped in robes of love, 
 Bowed low her head and wept, and weeping cried, 
 In tremulous tones of touching tenderness : 
 
 " O Father ! hear ye what our sister says, 
 And let me fly to yonder world of woe, 
 And stooping, softly, where thy children weep, 
 Pour floods of soothing tears upon their hearts." 
 
 And sterner Justice, o'er whose marble face, 
 The limned lines, of vengeance and of love, 
 Were blent in most symmetric harmony :— 
 " Hear God the evidence our sister brings, 
 
VAI.LKV FORGE. 
 
 And in sweet Pity's company let me, 
 
 Tliy messenger as well, thy vengeance bear; 
 
 And pour upon the dark accursed throng, 
 
 Who crush thy struggling children to the earth, 
 
 The terrors of thy wrath !" Then Charity, 
 
 The sweet embodiment of tenderness, 
 
 Of loving kindness and beneficence : 
 
 11 Send me with manna from the ports of Heaven, 
 
 To feed thy starving sons !" And beaming Hope, 
 
 With eyes, the mirrors of the countless tints 
 
 Of beauties and of joys ineffible : — 
 
 11 Father ! let me go, and touch their lips, 
 
 With honey from the future's blooming flowers ; 
 
 Across their clammy foreheads warmly breathe, 
 
 The vernal breath of sweet florescent May; 
 
 Or, lifting up the veil which clouds their sight, 
 
 Display the sheen of glories yet to be!" 
 
 Jehovah spake, and silence reigned in Heaven, 
 Nor make, my humble pen, the vain attempt 
 To clothe with words the voice of Majesty ! 
 
U4 VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 As well essay to light, with taper's blaze, 
 The dazzling sun, around his burning path ; 
 To pluck Orion from his mount of stars, 
 And hurl him headlong down the hollow sky; 
 Or pierce with human ken Creation's depths- 
 
 Jehovah spake! Then quick the joyful song, 
 From out the goddess sisters' lips arose: — 
 " We thank Thee, O Omnipotence and Love! 
 For Thou hast heard our humble orisons ! 
 And now, with benedictions on our flight, 
 We go, we go, thy ministers to Earth." 
 
 'Twas solemn midnight, and the patriot camp 
 In darkness deep, lay silent as the tomb. 
 As though some angel presence had passed by, 
 And on those troubled hearts pour'd soothing balm, 
 Sleep, such as comes when grief and gushing tears 
 Have shorn the mourner of her power to mourn ; 
 Sleep, gendered in a lullaby of sobs, 
 Stole softly down, and wrapped them in repose. 
 On downy couches of forgetfulness, 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 95 
 
 They lay relaxed, when o'er their senses fell, 
 
 As 't were, a subtle sweetness, which distilled 
 
 A fragrance like the breath of vernal flow r ers. 
 
 Like silvery sunshine through a rifted cloud, 
 
 A sudden radiance rent the veil of night, 
 
 And then, in spirit beauties, hid from view 
 
 Save through the wond'rous psychoscope of dreams, 
 
 Lo! beaming Hope appear'd, on buoyant wings, 
 
 Half hid behind a roseate veil of mist, 
 
 And stooping low began :— 
 
 " Oh mortal man ! 
 Let not despair destroy the germs of hope ! 
 The sun which set in clouds will rise again ; 
 These snows will melt, the winter pass away, 
 And spring will deck the hills in robes of green ; 
 Nor deem thy trials are but barrenness ; 
 Beneatli the snow, a thousand seeds lie hid 
 All frozen in the earth, and yet, the cold 
 Is Nature's key which turns the springs of life ; 
 Frost bursts the shell which binds the helpless germ, 
 
% VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 So from thy very sufferings, shall bloom 
 
 Perennial flowers in thy history ; 
 
 Though nights grow darker, trim the lamp of hope! 
 
 And wouldst thou see the future ? —then behold ! " 
 
 Lo ! from the soft horizon of their dreams, 
 
 Arose a temple with a thousand spires 
 
 Which shot their airy shafts far up the heaven, 
 
 And on each pinnacle a crown of stars, 
 
 While over all a bow of promise bent. 
 
 Around the temples base, a thousand doors 
 
 Broad, high and ample ; all were opened wide, 
 
 And over each was written : "Liberty ! " 
 
 From out its portals issued floods of light, 
 
 And, frightened by its beams, Oppression fled, 
 
 As Nignt, black outlaw from the realm of day, 
 
 Dark browed and scowling flies the morning sun. 
 
 " Enough ! " said Hope, " Nor seek to look beyond ! 
 
 Enough hast thou already seen, if thou 
 
 Dost rightly read this riddle which I give : — 
 
 ' Who longs for morning must await the dawn.' " 
 
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 The vision passed away. The morning broke. 
 
 Fierce Winter still proclaimed his regal sway, 
 
 With tenfold furies howling down the blast. 
 
 And were their hopes enkindled but to die, 
 
 And leave them deeper in despair ? Ah no ! 
 
 For like a wounded lion's frenzied throes, 
 
 Most terrible in agony of death, 
 
 The hollow voices of the lashing storm, 
 
 Were but the angry Winter's dying groans. 
 
 He lay among the ruins of his throne, 
 
 Which slowly wore away, a ghastly corpse, 
 
 Each coming day unlocked a door of ice, 
 
 Through which the smiling Spring passed softly in. 
 
 Each coming day brought Plenty's bounteous horn, 
 
 And laughed to see gaunt Famine put to flight. 
 
 Until, at shrill of fife and roll of drum, 
 
 This remnant of an army marched away,. 
 
 From what to them had been a living- tomb ; 
 
 Yet solemnly they marched, oft looking back, 
 
 With wistful gaze, upon those silent graves 
 8 
 
VALLEY FORGE. 
 
 All formed like lines of battle on the hill, 
 As if to look a long and sad " Farewell ! " 
 
 A TRIBUTE. 
 
 They're gone, all gone ! The heroic braves 
 Sleep sweetly in the patriots' graves ; 
 Their deeds live on, and brighter still 
 Shall gleam like gems in song and story, 
 When others lose their power to thrill, 
 And fades the brilliance of their glory. 
 By hands like theirs, by such alone 
 Was shaped the broad foundation stone, 
 Upon which firmly rests to-day 
 The fabric of our Liberty. 
 And Valley Forge ! thy deathless name 
 Shall quickly kindle Freedom's flame, 
 Long as black Tyranny appears, 
 To blight the peace of coming years. 
 
mmtlhmom Botms. 
 
DEATH IN A GARRET. 
 
 11 Lowly the taper burns ; % 
 
 Slowly the index turns, 
 Pointing toward twelve on the old dial plate. 
 
 Wildly the cold winds blow ; 
 
 Strangely they come and go, 
 Whirling the dust in the tireless grate. 
 
 " Winds of the winter night, 
 
 Whirling the snow so white, 
 In through the broken pane on to my bed ! 
 
 Cold is their breath to me, 
 
 Symbol of death to me, 
 With frost they'll enshroud my form when I'm dead ! 
 
102 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 "Like very demons, they 
 
 Come, and they shriek and say, 
 ' Die all alone, and we'll turn you to stone ! 
 
 We'll howl a dirge over you ! 
 
 Cobwebs shall cover you, 
 'Til rats gnaw the thin wasted flesh from the bone 
 
 " On tj^e cold barren wall 
 
 Ghostly dim shadows fall,— 
 Fall as they darker grow, form'd of the night ; 
 
 Devils they seem to me, 
 
 Fiend like they gleam on me, — 
 Fiends are they— devils they, choking the light 
 
 " In the bright morn of youth, 
 
 Virtue I loved, and Truth, 
 But the foul tempter came, me to decoy ; 
 
 Oh ! in those vanishd years, 
 
 Saw I my mother's tears, 
 Heard I her prayers for her recreant boy. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 11 Out on a sinful sea 
 
 Sail'd I so thoughtlessly,— 
 Sail'd on, nor heeded her cries to her child. 
 
 Storms arose ; billows toss'd ; 
 
 Soon my frail bark was lost,— 
 Wreck'd in a whirlpool of passion so wild. 
 
 " All of my hopes are dead ; 
 
 On this cold, cheerless bed, — 
 Cheerless and cold as a pallet of snow, 
 
 While my pulse weaker grows, 
 
 And my blood slower flows — 
 Slow where it once was wont quickly to flow ; 
 
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 " Here I lie waiting death, 
 
 Watching my parting breath ; 
 Soon my dark soul into darkness will go, 
 
 Out from a world of moans, 
 
 Into a realm of groans ; 
 Fleeing from grief into limitless woe ! 
 
104 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 " To-morrow, to-morrow I 
 
 Know that the passers by, 
 Looking up never will dream of my fate ; 
 
 Never will dream that I 
 
 Lone and unguarded lie, — 
 Dead I — 'ncath the dome of this building so great." 
 
 " Twelve by the dial plate— 
 
 Ah, but it strikes but eight ! 
 And the pendulum stops ! " — But his spirit had fled 
 
 As the winds whirl'd the snow about, 
 
 Whining the taper out ; — 
 And Darkness, grim Darkness, watch'd over the dead, 
 
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 10") 
 
 EPITAPH ON A NOSE.* 
 
 "Tread lightly ; bow the knee" and weep ! for here 
 
 Is one o'er whom has trickled many a tear, 
 
 From eyes that e'en in life were always near, 
 
 And now they gaze in grief upon his bier. 
 
 And be this known among his crowning merits, 
 
 That e'en in life and death he kept in spirits; 
 
 'This a more striking fact to him who knows, 
 
 This nose in life was always used to blows: 
 
 A warrior bold, he always led the van / 
 
 His red flag gleamed where sanguine currents ran : 
 
 Disdaining fear he stood upon the brink 
 
 And saw his fierce and fiery spirits sink ; 
 
 He bended o'er their wasting forms in death, 
 
 And only left them with their latest breath. 
 
 Into the jaws of sin and death he fell, 
 
 And now his brand{\)ed body sleeps in Stop ! 
 
 I don't mean there, but in a doctor's shop. 
 
 • A drunken fellow hid hi* note bitten off by mother drunkard. A phyaiciai ircurmr it, prewired it 
 I a bottle of Alcohol. The above ia auppoaed to have been inacribed on the bottle. 
 
LOO MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 Though the billowy waves of temptation roll o'er me, 
 And bear me far out on the tempest-toss'd sea, 
 
 I'll keep thee, my beacon light, ever before me, 
 And return on the flood-tide to safety and thee. 
 
 Though the strings of my harp be unravell'd and 
 broken, 
 Though silent my lyre, its chords all unstrung, 
 Though the praise of my verse be forever unspoken, 
 Though the songs of the world must by others be 
 sung; 
 
 My music shall be from the winds of the mountain, 
 In the thunders' sub-bass rolling on through the 
 gloom, 
 
 In the gurgling trill of the bubbling fountain, 
 In the roar of the ocean, and meteor's boom. 
 
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 THE SCOTCHMAN'S SLED-RIDE 
 
 Ha, ha ! Ha, ha ! The Winter 's past ; 
 
 He 's ta'en awa his robes o' snow, 
 Nae mair we feel his chillin blast ; 
 
 Nae mair his icy tempests blow ; 
 
 He 's gane : We're glad to see him go. 
 
 I took my wee sma' bairn one day, 
 And in my sled I went to town, 
 
 'Twas pleasant as the month o' May, 
 But soon the slashin' sleet came down, 
 And we 'd nae robes to wrap us round. 
 
 Oh ! then it was a sight to see 
 
 The sorry plight that we were in— 
 That is, I mean my bairn and me— 
 
108 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 Our coats and breeks they were sae thin, 
 The sleet cut nearly thro' the skin. 
 
 I clapp'd my hands, and held my ears, 
 And swinged my horse and stamp' d my toes, 
 
 My e'es were fill'd wi' frozen tears ; 
 But what was worse, my wayward nose 
 Ran ahead thro' the wind, and got a' froze, — 
 It's always colder when it blows. 
 
 My simperin' bairn grew blue wi' cauld, 
 And fill'd his bonny e'e wi' tears ; 
 
 Straight out his chubby hands did hold, 
 But ah, the frostie nipp'd his ears ! — : 
 Those little flaps wi' whic' he hears. 
 
 Then, oh, ye crags o' rock and ice ! 
 How ye resounded to his yellin ! 
 
 I tried to soothe him wi' a' device, 
 But ah, the brawlin mood he'd fell in, 
 Was past a mortal's power o' tellin ! 
 
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 109 
 
 And even at our journey's end, 
 Tho' warm the fire he yell'd and kicked 
 
 We thaw'd his ears sae they would bend, 
 But still he cried, and him I licked ; 
 'Tis strange, 'tis strange the boy's sae wicked ! 
 
 And yet, I've heard my mother say 
 
 That even I, when young was bad; 
 But a' my badness flew awa', 
 
 And so I wot this blastit lad 
 
 Will be a great man, — like his dad. 
 
 But now guide luck, the winter's past; 
 
 He's ta'en awa' his robes o' snow, 
 Nae more we feel his chillin' blast ; 
 
 Na' mair his icy tempests blow ; 
 
 He's gang— we're glad to see him go. 
 
HO MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 PARAPHRASE 
 
 ON AN ANCIENT BELIEF. 
 
 Darkness had mantled the forests with gloom, 
 And the winds murmured plaintively low ; 
 
 Through the vaulted blue sky rose the crescent crown'd 
 moon, 
 
 And she rode o'er Meridia's highway of noon, 
 And went down in the waters of woe. 
 
 In the waters of woe she went down and was drown'd, 
 And they put out the light of her eyes ; 
 
 Alas, that the heavens should suffer such wound ! 
 
 Such a beautiful goddess be hurled to the ground, 
 Like a jewel pluck'd out of the skies. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Ill 
 
 Oh Cynthia ! Cynthia ! Queen of the Night, 
 And heaven bless'd bride of the World ! 
 
 Thou hast swept through the stars with thy garments 
 of white, 
 
 And filPd the dark valleys of earth with thy light, 
 When the banners of Phoebus were furl'd. 
 
 Thou art gone ! We have seen thy long silver robes 
 sweep 
 
 Down the meteor's path to the West ; 
 And thy tresses are toss'd by the waves of the deep, 
 And the mournful ^Eolus has lull'd thee to sleep, 
 
 As he sighs o'er the billowy crest.