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In the hush of expectation, in the awe and trepida

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70 Of the dread approaching moment, we are wellnigh breathless all;

Though the rotten bars are failing on the rickety belfry railing,

We are crowding up against them like the waves against a wall.

Just a glimpse (the air is clearer), they are nearer,

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When a flash -a curling smoke-wreath- then a the steeple shakes

crash

75 The deadly truce is ended; the tempest's shroud

is rended;

Like a morning mist it gathered, like a thundercloud it breaks!

O the sight our eyes discover as the blue-black smoke blows over!

The red-coats stretched in windrows as a mower

rakes his hay;

Here a scarlet heap is lying, there a headlong

crowd is flying

80 Like a billow that has broken and is shivered into

spray.

Then we cried, "The troops are routed! they are it can't be doubted!

beat

God be thanked, the fight is over!" Ah! the

grim old soldier's smile!

"Tell us, tell us why you look so?" (we could hardly speak, we shook so),

"Are they beaten? Are they beaten? ARE they beaten?"-"Wait a while."

85 O the trembling and the terror! for too soon we

saw our error:

They are baffled, not defeated; we have driven them back in vain;

And the columns that were scattered, round the colors that were tattered,

Toward the sullen silent fortress turn their belted breasts again.

All at once, as we are gazing, lo the roofs of
Charlestown blazing!

90 They have fired the harmless village; in an hour it will be down!

The Lord in heaven confound them, rain his fire
and brimstone round them,
The robbing, murdering red-coats, that would burn
a peaceful town!

They are marching, stern and solemn; we can see each massive column

As they near the naked earth-mound with the slanting walls so steep.

95 Have our soldiers got faint-hearted, and in noiseless haste departed?

Are they panic-struck and helpless? Are they palsied or asleep?

Now! the walls they 're almost under! scarce a rod the foes asunder!

Not a firelock flashed against them! up the earthwork they will swarm!

But the words have scarce been spoken, when the ominous calm is broken,

oo And a bellowing crash has emptied all the vengeance of the storm!

So again, with murderous slaughter, pelted backwards to the water,

Fly Pigot's running heroes and the frightened braves of Howe;

And we shout, "At last they're done for, it's their barges they have run for:

They are beaten, beaten, beaten; and the battle's over now!"

105 And we looked, poor timid creatures, on the rough old soldier's features,

Our lips afraid to question, but he knew what we

would ask:

"Not sure," he said; "keep quiet,

I guess, they'll try it—

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then

Here's damnation to the cut-throats!".

he handed me his flask,

Saying, "Gal, you're looking shaky; have a drop

of old Jamaiky;

110 I'm afeard there 'll be more trouble afore the job

is done";

So I took one scorching swallow; dreadful faint I

felt and hollow,

Standing there from early morning when the fir ing was begun.

All through those hours of trial I had watched a calm clock dial,

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As the hands kept creeping, creeping, they were creeping round to four,

115 When the old man said, " They're forming with their bagonets fixed for storming:

102. The generals on the British side were Howe, Clinton and Pigot.

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