Now night her course began, and over heaven
Inducing darkness, grateful truce, impos’d
Her silence on the odious din of war;
Under her cloudy covert hath retired
Victor and vanquish’d.
Hark! the death – denouncing trumpet sounds
The fatal charge, the shouts proclaim the onset;
Destruction rushes dreadful to the field,
And bathes itself in blood; havoc let loose
Now undistinguish’d rages all around,
While ruin, seated on her dreary throne,
Sees the plain strewed with subjects truly hers,
Breathless and cold.
That awful pause, dividing life from death,
Struck for an instant on the hearts of men,
Thousands of whom were drawing their last breath!
A moment all will be life again.
* * * * * one moment more,
The death-cry drowning in the battles roar.
This day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scatter’d on the bleeding ground;
Many a widow’s husband groveling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolor’d earth.