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  • Hohenlinden

    From The Birmingham Age Herald, September 16, 1914. By Thomas Campbell.

    On Linden, when the sun was low,
    All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
    And dark as winter was the flow
    Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

    But Linden saw another sight,
    When the drum beat at the dead of night
    Commanding fires of death to light—
    The darkness of her scenery.

    By torch and trumpet fast arrayed
    Each horseman drew his battle blade,
    And furious, every charger neighed
    To join the dreadful revelry.

    Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
    Then rushed the steeds to battle driven,
    And louder than the bolts of heaven
    Far flashed the red artillery.

    But redder yet that light shall glow
    On Linden’s hills of stained snow,
    And bloodier yet the torrent flow
    Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

    ’Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun
    Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun,
    Where furious Frank and fiery Hun
    Shout in their sulphurous canopy.

    The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
    Who rush to glory, or the grave!
    Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave,
    And charge with all thy chivalry!

    Few shall part where many meet!
    The snow shall be their winding sheet,
    And every turf beneath their feet
    Shall be a soldier’s sepulcher.