HEAR through the morning drums and trumpets sounding, Rumbling of cannon, tramp of mighty armies; Then the mist sunders, all the plain disclosing Scarlet for England. Batteries roll on, halt, and flashing lightnings Search out our earthworks, silent and portentous. Fierce on our right with crimson banners tossing Their lines spring forward. Lanyards in hand, Americans and seamen, Gunners from warships, Lafitte's privateersmen, Roar out our thunders till the grape and shrapnel Shriek through their columns. Shattered in fragments, thus their right is riven; But on our left a deadlier bolt is speeding: Wellesley's Peninsulars, never yet defeated, Charge in their valor. Closing their files, our cannon fire disdaining, Dauntless they come with vict'ry on their standards; Then slowly rise the rifles of our marksmen, Tennessee hunters. Cradles of flame and scythes of whistling bullets Lay them in windrows, war's infernal harvest. High through the onslaught Tennessee is shouting, Joying in battle. Pakenham falls there, Keane and his Highlanders Close from the centre, hopeless in their courage; Backward they stagger, dying and disabled, Gloriously routed. Stilled are our rifles as our cheers grow louder: War clouds sweep back in January breezes, Showing the dreadful proof of the great triumph God hath vouchsafed us. That gallant war-host, England's best and bravest, Met by raw levies, scores against its hundreds, Lies at our feet, a thing for woman's weeping, Reddening the meadows. Freed are our States from European tyrants: Lift then your voices for the little army Led by our battle-loving Andrew Jackson, Blest of Jehovah. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE NEW CHURCH ORGAN by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 130 by ALFRED TENNYSON |