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THE SOLDIER AT HOME. |
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Then each gay friend shall swell the tale, With hardy deeds of bold emprise;
Again he sees our arms prevail, And long-lost ardors now arise.
Here Howe, says he, (and marks the track,) The British troops did proudly form;
And here with adverse lines compact, Brave Washington did swell the storm.
'Twas here I was, and points the spot, (As he had traced on the ground,)
What bursts of thunder, showers of shot, Yet there great Washington was found.
At Monmouth's plains, where Lee retreated, Great Washington did then push on;
Sir Harry's chosen troops defeated, Then laugh'd his tyranny to scorn.
These happy days are yet to come, Then why repine at such a fate ;
Bear well the woe that is your doom, And joy can never come too late. |
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