OH! lonely is our old green fort, Where oft, in days of old, Our gallant soldiers bravely fought 'Gainst savage allies bold; But with the change of years have pass'd That unrelenting foe, Since we fought here with Harrison, A long time ago. It seems but yesterday I heard, From yonder thicket nigh, The unerring rifle's sharp report, The Indian's startling cry. Yon brooklet flowing at our feet, With crimson gore did flow, When we fought here with Harrison, A long time ago. The river rolls between its banks, As when of old we came, Each grassy path, each shady nook, Seems to me still the same; But we are scatter'd now, whose faith Pledged here, through weal or woe, With Harrison our soil to guard, A long time ago. But many a soldier's lip is mute, And clouded many a brow, And hearts that beat for honor then, Have ceased their throbbing now. We ne'er shall meet again in life As then we met, I trow, When we fought here with Harrison, A long time ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK AN EPITAPH ON A DUTCH CAPTAIN by PHILIP AYRES LILIES: 7. BEHIND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO AUTUMN, NEAR HER DEPARTURE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: THE CLERGYMAN'S FIRST TALE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |