More American Poems
"Alas For Them" by Charles
Alas for them! their day is o'er,
Their fires are out from shore
No more for them the wild
The plow is on their hunting-grounds.
Old poem of the War of
1812 that could easily be either side's, though it's by Angus Umphraville,
She comes! The proud invader comes
To waste our country, spoil
To lay our towns and cities
And bid our mothers' tears
Our wives lament, our orphans
To seize the empire of the
"The Burning of Washington"
A veteran host, by veterans led,
With Ross and Cockburn at their head,
They camethey sawthey
They left our Congress naked walls
Farewell to towers and capitols!
To lofty roofs and splendid halls!
To conquer armies in the field
Was, once, the surest method held
To make a hostile country yield.
The warfare now the invaders make
Must surely keep us all awake,
Or life is lost for freedom's sake.
"Death of Tecunseh"
The moment was fearful; a mightier
Had ne'er swung his battle-axe
But hope nerved his arm for
a desperate blow,
And Tecumseh fell prostrate
He fought in defence of his
kindred and king,
With a spirit most loving
And long shall the Indian
The deeds of Tecumseh the
Two poems on the Battle of New Orleans:
America's glory, which dazzled the world
When the toils of our sires had achieved independence,
Was brightened when Jackson her banners unfurled
To protect the dear boon for their grateful descendants
When the conquerors of Spain
Crossed the boisterous main,
Boldly threat'ning to rivet our fetters again;
But a happy new year for Columbia begun
When our Jackson secured what our Washington won.
(by Samuel Woodworth)
White-winged Peace, the dove from heaven's
Brought with its olive-branch a song immortal,
That filled all hearts with melody supernal,
While yet was heard the battle din infernal.