OH! lonely is our old green fort, Where oft, in days of old, Our gallant soldiers bravely fought 'Gainst savage allies bold; But with the change of years have pass'd That unrelenting foe, Since we fought here with Harrison, A long time ago. It seems but yesterday I heard, From yonder thicket nigh, The unerring rifle's sharp report, The Indian's startling cry. Yon brooklet flowing at our feet, With crimson gore did flow, When we fought here with Harrison, A long time ago. The river rolls between its banks, As when of old we came, Each grassy path, each shady nook, Seems to me still the same; But we are scatter'd now, whose faith Pledged here, through weal or woe, With Harrison our soil to guard, A long time ago. But many a soldier's lip is mute, And clouded many a brow, And hearts that beat for honor then, Have ceased their throbbing now. We ne'er shall meet again in life As then we met, I trow, When we fought here with Harrison, A long time ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |