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An Elegiac Poem, Composed On The Never-To-Be-Forgotten Terrible And Bloody Battle Fought At An Intrenchment On Bunker-Hill
COMPOSED ON THE NEVER-TO-BE-FORGOTTEN
TERRIBLE AND BLOODY BATTLE
FOUGHT AT AN INTRENCHMENT ON
Now justly called (by the Regulars) BLOODY-HILL, situated two miles from the
head-quarters of the Regulars at
BOSTON, and one mile north-
ADIEU to wanton songs and foolish joys,
To idle tales that fill the ear,
A mournful theme my heart employs,
And hope the living will it hear.
A horrid fight there hap'd of late,
'Twas on June seventeen,
When a great number met their fate
In fighting on the green.
Yes, hundreds of poor souls are dead,
In battle they were slain,
Both sides met with a heavy stroke,
T' rehearse it gives me pain.
What shall we say when 'tis decreed,
By fate it must be so?
To cause our dearest brethren's blood
From ev'ry vein to flow,
Unless kind mercy interfere,
Its gracious aid to lend;
O! may each Christian earnest pray
There soon may be an end.
A fort was late erected at
A place call'd BUNKER-HILL,
Where thousands of fierce Regulars
Our people fought to kill.
But Scripture surely teaches us,
As we at large may read,
That whoso takes the sword to kill
By the same sword shall bleed.
Large cannon balls by hundreds flew,
From ships and batt'ries plac'd
But our intrenchments and our lines
These brave Calumbans grac'd.
The fight was fierce, the carnage great,
When friends and foes by hundreds fell,
Alass! O dreadful to relate
What on that day befell.
Whole ranks of Regulars were slain,
Fresh troops their place supply'd,
In trying our strong lines to gain,
But soon! ah! soon they dy'd.
A hostile bloody 'trench it was,
The Regulars all say,
Tho' they exultingly rejoice
That they have won the day.
A dear-bought victory they gain'd,
If it is called so,
When most the flower of British troops
Met with their overthrow.
Small was our loss compar'd with those
Who now the lines possess;
Great was the slaughter of our foes,
And poor was their success.
[Some?] say their loss of maim'd and slain
Is fifteen hundred men;
Tis thought they never'll more attempt
Our lines to force again.
We sore lament both one and all,
In sackcloth let us mourn,
Brave General WARREN's hapless fate
And weep upon his urn.
My trembling hand, my aking heart,
O! how it throbs this day!
His loss is felt in ev'ry part
Of vast America.
Ah! twice he wept the cruel fate
Of murder'd brethren's blood!
Was spilt, as story doth relate,
By a fierce, tyrant brood.
Twice did our HERO have applause
From multitudes, who shouted loud,
When he maintain'd fair Freedon's cause,
What plaudits had he from the crowd.
The list'ning world attention gave
To ev'ry sound and word;
What spake this CÆSAR of the age,
Much pleasure did afford.
His pensive brow, his honest heart,
Such truths it did unfold,
When taking fair Calumba's part
He sought not filthy gold.
His only study was the good
Of country and of court;
He made his practice and delight,
To Heaven for aid [resort?] .
The names of Gardner, Parker, Moors and West
Let's mourn now o'er their grave,
Who late with courage did their best,
And twice repuls'd the brave.
We feel and sympathize for them
Who late in battle fell,
We mean those NINETY hardy men,
Their names to ages tell
But O! poor Charlestown's dismal fate,
Let floods of tears now [flow?] ,
A shocking scene thus to relate,
Its fatal overthrow.
If that the LORD is on our side
We need not fear our foe,
And if that gracious Isr'el's GOD
Now with our armies go;
Our heads he'll cover when in sight,
From harm he will us keep,
If that we seek his face aright,
Nor let our feet to slip.
With conq'ring might he will us shield,
And foes will all destroy,
He'll help us thus to win the field,
And slay those that annoy
Let's seek the LORD by ways aright,
Now while he may be found;
And not forsake the path that's right,
Nor yet the gospel sound ;
"Then smiling trade with her fair train
"Of blessings will cause;
"And Old-England glad to live
"In concord with the New.
"Thus may the Patriot and the Sage
"Live in much unity,
"O! What a joyful sight it is
"For brethren to agree.
"If we believe that sacred writ,
" 'Tis like to precious oyl;
"For why should we thus disagree,
"And live in endless broil.
"For reformation let us strive,
"Let's one and all now join,
"To serve the LORD with one accord,
"With good Joshua combine:
"Who thus determin'd with his house
"The LORD's favor to seek,
"And doubtless did a blessing find,
"As he will bless the meek.
"He'll be with them that call on Him
"By ways and means aright,
"And he'll not leave nor yet forsake
"The heart that is contrite.
"New-England sees a dismal day
"Of darkness and distress!
"May we not fear, alas! I say,
"It's for our wickedness?
"Our sins more aggravated are
"Than Sodom or of Lot,
"Then may we not expect to find
"That death is in the pot?
"For sins reward it surely is,
"Think of it as we may,
"If we forget to call on GOD,
"And seek him in his way.
"His way is perfect and it leads
"To purest rest and peace,
"His righteous paths will guide us straight
"To realms of endless bliss.
"This day in sackcloth let us mourn,
"Each one in ashes lay,
"And from our sins by fasting turn,
"And seek CHRIST while we may.
"A blessing we may then expect
"On trade and politics,
"If that we harden not our hearts,
"Nor crooked bend our necks."
An ACROSTIC on the late Major-General
J ust as JOSEPH took his flight
O nward to the realm of light,
S atan hurl'd his hellish darts,
E vil angels played their parts;
P iercy, Burgoyne, Howe, and Gage,
H over about infernal rage:
W ARREN step'd beyond their path,
A w'd by none, nor fear'd their wrath;
R an his race to joy and rest,
R ose amongst the loyal blest;
E nter'd in the rolls of fame,
N orth and Devil mist their aim.
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