The forest leaves lay scattered cold and dead, A gallant army formed their last array Laid their war-weapons down. Sullen and stern, disarmed but not dishonoured; Brave men, but brave in vain, they yielded there: The soldier's trial task Is not alone "to die." Honour to chivalry! the conqueror's breath Nor mocks his captive's doom- But be that bitterest cup the doom of all Whose swords are lightning flashes in the cloud Of the Invader's wrath, Threatening a gallant land. His armies' trumpet-tones wake not alone And her bells ring to arms! Then danger hovers o'er the Invader's march, On raven wings, hushing the song of fame, And glory's hues of beauty Fade from the cheek of death. A foe is heard in every rustling leaf, Is dim and powerless then, And war becomes a people's joy, the drum He battles heart and arm, his own blue sky His blessing and his prayers, Land where he learnt to lisp a mother's name, Land of his frolic youth, Land of his bridal eve, Land of his children,-vain your columned strength Invaders! vain your battles' steel and fire! Choose ye the morrow's doom, A prison or a grave. And such were Saratoga's victors—such The Yeomen-Brave, whose deeds and death have given A glory to her skies, A music to her name. In honourable life her fields they trod, Their noblest monuments. RED JACKET. A CHIEF OF THE INDIAN TRIBES, THE TUSCARORAS. ON LOOKING AT HIS PORTRAIT BY WEIR. COOPER, whose name is with his country's woven, And throned her in the senate hall of nations, Robed like the deluge rainbow, heaven-wrought, Magnificent as his own mind's creations,. And beautiful as its green world of thought; |