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I find them in the garden, for
The plough-share turns them out;
Now tell us what 'twas all about,
Now tell us all about the war,
It was the English, Kaspar cried,
But what they kill'd each other for,
I could not well make out.
But every body said, quoth he,
That was a famous victory.
My father liv'd at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by,
They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
So with his wife and child he fled,
With fire and sword the country round
And many a childing mother then,
But things like that you know must be
They say it was a shocking sight,
For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun;
Eut things like that you know must be
After a famous victory.
Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won,
And our good Prince Eugene.-
And every body prais'd the Duke
But what good came of it at last?
Why that I cannot tell, said he,
On Linden, when the sun was low,
But Linden shew'd another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death, to light The darkness of her scenery.
By torch, and trumpet, fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills, by thunder riven; Then flew the steed, to battle driven; And rolling like the bolts of heaven, Far flash'd their red artillery.
But redder yet their fires shall glow,
The combat deepens! On ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave Munich, all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry.
'Tis morn;-but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where fiery Frank, and furious Hun, Shout in their sulphury canopy.
Few, few shall part where many meet, The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every sod beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE.
Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake,
And my brave father's hope and joy;
Poor foolish child! how pleas'd was I,
And see the lighted windows flame!
The people's shouts were long and loud; My mother, shuddering, clos'd her ears; Rejoice! Rejoice!" still cried the crowd; My mother answered with her tears.