THE WARRIORS OF THE SKY.
The sentinels were posted round the host by brave Cornwallis led,
And the royal army slumbered, like an army of the dead:
Dimly the camp-fires lighted up the darkness of the night,
And on surrounding objects cast a melancholy light:
Deep silence brooded over all, and slumber held her sway;
Save where some wakeful soldiers sat, and watched the night away;
Beholding slowly, one by one, the glimmering lights expire,
As they listened to a comrade's tale, beside their bivouac fire.
And the royal army slumbered, like an army of the dead:
Dimly the camp-fires lighted up the darkness of the night,
And on surrounding objects cast a melancholy light:
Deep silence brooded over all, and slumber held her sway;
Save where some wakeful soldiers sat, and watched the night away;
Beholding slowly, one by one, the glimmering lights expire,
As they listened to a comrade's tale, beside their bivouac fire.
"An hour ago," he said, "on guard I by the river stood,
Where the settler's axe to the steep bank's edge has cleared away the wood.
Where the settler's axe to the steep bank's edge has cleared away the wood.
