SCENE VI Bunkers-Hill. Gardiner, to the American Army. Unmans the spirit and strikes down the soul. Be bloody to their host! GOD is our Aid: Give, then, full scope to just revenge this day! SCENE VII The Bay-Shore. The British Army once more repuls'd, Howe again rallies his flying Troops. Howe. But that so many mouths can witness it, I would deny myself an Englishman, And swear this day that with such cowardice No kindred or alliance has my birth. Oh base degen'rate souls, whose ancestors Let some brave officers stand on the rear, 20 SCENE VIII Bunkers-Hill. Gardiner desperately wounded and borne from the field by two Soldiers. Gardiner. A musket-ball, death-wing'd, hath pierc'd my groin And widely op'd the swift curr'nt of my veins. Bear me, then, Soldiers, to that hollow space A surgeon there may stop the gushing wound 5 SCENE IX Putnam, to the American Army. Swift-rising fame on early wing mounts up To the convexity of bending Heaven, And writes each name who fought with us this day The world shall read it and still talk of us 5 Who, far out-number'd, twice drove back the foe, One thousand veterans mingled with the dust. Now for our sacred honour, and the wound ΙΟ Which Gard'ner feels, once more we charge! once more, With hecatombs of slain! Let every piece Flash like the fierce-consuming fire of Heaven, And make the smoke in which they wrap themselves. 15 'A darkness visible." Now once again Receive the battle, as a shore of rock The ocean wave! And if at last we yield, SCENE X AND LAST 20 Bunkers-Hill. The American Army, overpower'd by numbers, are obliged Enter Howe, Pigot, and Clinton with the British Army. Richardson, a young Officer, on the Parapet. to retreat. The day is ours! huzza, the day is ours! This last attack has forc'd them to retreat. Clinton. 'T is true, full victory declares for us, But we have dearly, dearly, purchas'd it. Full fifteen hundred of our men lie dead, Who, with their officers, do swell the list Of this day's carnage. On the well-fought hill Whole ranks, cut down, lie struggling with their wounds Or close their bright eyes in the shades of night. No wonder: such incessant musketry And fire of Cannon from the hill-top pour'd But heaven itself, with snares and vengeance arm'd Their ammunition, and fierce WARREN slain, And war renew'd by these inveterate, "Till, GARD'NER wounded, the left wing gave way, And with their shatter'd infantry the whole, Drawn off by PUTNAM, to the causeway fled, When from the ships and batt'ries on the wave They met deep loss and strew'd the narrow bridge With lifeless carcases. O such a day, Since Sodom and Gomorrah sunk in flames, Hath not been heard of by the ear of man, Nor hath an eye beheld its parallel! Lord Pigot. The day is ours, but with heart-piercing loss Of soldiers slain and gallant officers. Old Abercrombie on the field lies dead, 30 Like the tall fir-trees on the blasted heath, Scorch'd by the autumnal burnings which have rush'd 35 With wasting fire fierce through its leafy groves. Should ev'ry hill, by the rebellious foe So well defended, cost thus dear to us, Not the united forces of the world Could master them and the proud rage subdue 40 Howe. E'en in an enemy I honour worth 45 The sons of Britons, with the genuine flame 50 E'en in a foe true worth and noble fortitude. Come, then, brave soldiers, and take up the dead, 55 And witnessed myself high scenes in war, But this rude day, unparallel'd in time, And round its margin, to the ebbing wave, 75 80 [Exeunt. 85 1776. JOHN TRUMBULL THE PROGRESS OF DULNESS FROM PART I, OR THE ADVENTURES OF TOM BRAINLESS "Our Tom has grown a sturdy boy: His progress fills my heart with joy; 5 |