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6  When I clutch'd your hand; it was not with terror;
But suddenly, pouring about me here, on every side,
And below there where the boys were drilling, and up      the slopes they ran,
And where tents are pitch'd, and wherever you see,      south and south-east and south-west,
Over hills, across lowlands, and in the skirts of woods,
And along the shores, in mire (now fill'd over,) came      again, and suddenly raged,
As eighty-five years a-gone, no mere parade receiv'd      with applause of friends,
But a battle, which I took part in myself — aye, long ago      as it is, I took part in it,
Walking then this hill-top, this same ground.
7  Aye, this is the ground;
My blind eyes, even as I speak, behold it re-peopled      from graves:
The years recede, pavements and stately houses disap-     pear:
Rude forts appear again, the old hoop'd guns are      mounted;
I see the lines of rais'd earth stretching from river to      bay;
I mark the vista of waters, I mark the uplands and      slopes:
Here we lay encamp'd — it was this time in summer also.
8  As I talk, I remember all — I remember the Declara-     tion:
Is was read here — the whole army paraded — it was      read to us here;
By his staff surrounded, the general stood in the mid-     dle — he held up his unsheath'd sword,
It glitter'd in the sun in full sight of the army.
9  'Twas a bold act then;
The English war ships had just arrived — the king had      sent them from over the sea;
We could watch down the lower bay where they lay at      anchor,
And the transports, swarming with soldiers.
10  A few days more, and they landed — and then the      battle.
11  Twenty thousand were brought against us,
A veteran force, furnish'd with good artillery.
12  I tell not now the whole of the battle;
But one brigade, early in the forenoon, order'd forward      to engage the red-coats;
Of that brigade I tell, and how steadily it march'd,
And how long and how well it stood, confronting death.
13  Who do you think that was, marching steadily, stern-     ly confronting death?
It was the brigade of the youngest men, two thousand      strong,
Rais'd in Virginia and Maryland, and many of them      known personally to the General.
14  Jauntily forward they went with quick step toward      Gowanus' waters;
Till of a sudden, unlook'd for, by defiles through the      woods, gain'd at night,
The British advancing, wedging in from the east,      fiercely playing their guns,
That brigade of the youngest was cut off, and at the      enemy's mercy.
15  The General watch'd them from this hill;
They made repeated desperate attempts to burst their      environment;
Then drew close together, very compact, their flag      flying in the middle;
But O from the hills how the cannon were thinning and      thinning them!
16  It sickens me yet, that slaughter!
I saw the moisture gather in drops on the face of the      General;
I saw how he wrung his hands in anguish.
17  Meanwhile the British maneuver'd to draw us out      for a pitch'd battle;
But we dared not trust the chances of a pitch'd battle.
18  We fought the fight in detachments;
Sallying forth, we fought at several points — but in each      the luck was against us;
Our foe advancing, steadily getting the best of it, push'd      us back to the works on this hill;
Till we turn'd menacing, here, and then he left us.
19  That was the going out of the brigade of the young-     est men, two thousand strong;
Few return'd — nearly all remain in Brooklyn.
20   That, and here, my General's first battle;
No women looking on, nor sunshine to bask in — it      did not conclude with applause;
Nobody clapp'd hands here then.
21  But in darkness, in mist, on the ground, under a      chill rain,
Wearied that night we lay, foil'd and sullen;
While scornfully laugh'd many an arrogant lord, off      against us encamp'd,
Quite within hearing, feasting, klinking wine-glasses      together over their victory.
22  So, dull and damp and another day;
But the night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing,
Silent as a ghost, while they thought they were sure of      him, my General retreated.
23  I saw him at the river-side,
Down by the ferry, lit by torches, hastening the embar-     cation;
My General waited till the soldiers and wounded were      all pass'd over;
And then, (it was just ere sunrise,) these eyes rested on      him for the last time.
24  Every one else seem'd fill'd with gloom;
Many no doubt thought of capitulation.
25  But when my General pass'd me,
As he stood in his boat, and look'd toward the coming      sun,
I saw something different from capitulation.