The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme The witch of Shiloh, the last of the Wampanoags, the gentle earl, the enchanted voyage |
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The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme | ||
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It was a time of bloody strife
Between the Baldybird and Lion,
And woful plagues were sorely rife
In every nook of Freedom's Zion:
A plague of Britishers and Hessians,
A plague of tarred and feathered traitors,
Of powwow dances, witch possessions
And Mingos fierce as alligators.
Between the Baldybird and Lion,
And woful plagues were sorely rife
In every nook of Freedom's Zion:
A plague of Britishers and Hessians,
A plague of tarred and feathered traitors,
Of powwow dances, witch possessions
And Mingos fierce as alligators.
It was the nation-building time
That freed Americans of fetters,
And garred them grace in prose or rhyme
To say they never met their betters;
When, startling Shiloh's single street,
Appeared a pale and eager rider,
His courser reeling through the heat,
His raiment dusty as a spider
Who halted near a visage fair
That blushed behind a window lattice,
And faltered, “Lady, tell me where
Abides New England's Cincinnatus.”
That freed Americans of fetters,
And garred them grace in prose or rhyme
To say they never met their betters;
When, startling Shiloh's single street,
Appeared a pale and eager rider,
His courser reeling through the heat,
His raiment dusty as a spider
Who halted near a visage fair
That blushed behind a window lattice,
And faltered, “Lady, tell me where
Abides New England's Cincinnatus.”
The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme | ||