Old Homestead Poems

ng rain of that August day, The "Flock" marched on with martial mien, And the Parson rode in his "one-horse shay." " Three cheers for old Berkshire!" the General said. As the boys of New England drew up face to face. " Bani7i bids us a breakfast to-morrow to spread, And the Parson is here to say us the ' grace.''' " The lads who are with me have come here to fight, And we know of no grace," was the Parson's reply, " Save the name of Jehovah, our country and right, Which your own Ethan Allen pronounced at Fort Ti." " To - morrow," said Stark, " there'll be fighting to do, If you think you can wait for the morning light; And, Parson, I'll conquer the British with you, Or Molly Stark sleeps a widow at night." What the Parson dreamed in that Bcnnington camp Neither Yankee nor Prophet would dare to guess; A vision, perhaps, of the King David stamp, With a mixture of Cromwell and good Queen Bess. Parson Aliens Ride. But we know the result of that glorious day, And the victory won ere the night came down ; How Warner charged in the bitter fray With Rossiter, llobart, and old John Brown ! And how, in a lull of the three-hours' fight, The Parson harangued the Tory line As he stood on a stump, with his musket bright, And sprinkled his texts with the powder fine: THE CATAMOUNT TAVEHN. "The sword of the Lord is our battle-cry, A refuge sure in the hour of need," And freedom and faith can neve...