From that stanch, beaming hour;

And when the speeding messenger, that bare

The news that strengthened every heart,

Met near the Delaware

The leader, who had just been named,

Who was to be so famed,

The steadfast, earnest Washington,

With hands uplifted, cries,

His great soul flashing to his eyes,

“Our liberties are safe! The cause is won!”

A thankful look he cast to heaven, and then

His steed he spurred, in haste to lead such noble men.

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[Pg 34]

 Fastening the Buckle.

Fastening the Buckle.

STAND still, my steed, though the foe is near,

And sharp the rattle of hoofs on the hill.

And see! there’s the glitter of many a spear,

And a wrathful shout that bodes us ill.

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