WHEN you speak of dauntless deeds, When you tell of stirring scenes, Tell this story of the isles Where the endless summer smiles, -- Tell of young Lieutenant Miles In the far-off Philippines! 'T was the Santa Ana fight! -- All along the Tagal line From the thickets dense and dire Gushed the fountains of their fire; You could mark their rifles' ire, You could hear their bullets whine. Little wonder there was pause! Some were wounded, some were dead "Call Lieutenant Miles!" He came, In his eyes a fearless flame. "Yonder blockhouse is our aim!" The battalion leader said. "You must take it -- how you will; You must break this damned spell!" "Volunteers!" cried Miles. 'T was vain, For that narrow tropic lane 'Twixt the bamboo and the cane Was a very lane of hell. There were five stood forth at last; God above, but they were men! "Come!" exultantly he saith! -- Did they falter? Not a breath! Down the path of hurtling death The Lieutenant led them then. Two have fallen -- now a third! Forward dash the other three; In the onrush of that race Ne'er a swerve or stay of pace. And the Tagals -- dare they face Such a desperate company? Panic gripped them by the throat, -- Every Tagal rifleman; And as though they seemed to see In those charging foemen three An avenging destiny, Fierce and fast and far they ran. So a salvo for the six! So a round of ringing cheers! Heroes of the distant isles Where the endless summer smiles, -- Gallant young Lieutenant Miles And his valiant volunteers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SOUND OF THE SEA; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE WIDOW TO HER HOUR-GLASS by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |