Chapter 11

GARDINER [_to the American Army_].

You see, brave soldiers, how an evil cause, A cause of slavery, and civil death, Unmans the spirit, and strikes down the soul. The gallant _Englishman_, whose fame in arms, Through every clime, shakes terribly the globe, Is found this day, shorn of his wonted strength, Repuls'd, and driven from the flaming hill. Warren is fallen, on fair honour's bed, Pierc'd in the breast, with ev'ry wound before. 'Tis ours, now tenfold, to avenge his death, And offer up, a reg'ment of the foe, Achilles-like, upon the Hero's tomb. See, reinforc'd they face us yet again, And onward move in phalanx to the war. O noble spirits, let this bold attack, Be bloody to their host. GOD is our Aid, Give then full scope, to just revenge this day.