Scarce the dire shock my fainting van sustain, And Lee* appall'd retires, and yields the dubious plain. XVI. When lo, my favor'd Chief appears to save When night with storms hath vex'd the angry deep. Th' astonish'd foes maintain the fight no more, Fierce on their rear my rushing host impends, Their falling legions dye the fields with gore, Till dusky eve, their better hope, descends; Through fav'ring darkness fly the broken train, Steal trembling to their ships, and hide behind the main. * General Charles Lee, a British adventurer, who had joined the Americans, and commanded the front division in this action. For his conduct on that occasion, he was suspended for a year from command, and never afterward employed in the service. LINES ADDRESSED TO MESSRS. DWIGHT AND BARLOW, On the projected publication of their Poems in London.* PLEASED with the vision of a deathless name, Where distant far from ocean's stormy roar, Yet vain the hope, that waits the promised bays, * Dwight's Conquest of Canaan, and Barlow's Vision of Columbus, afterwards enlarged and entitled, The Columbiad. This designed publication was prevented by the revolutionary war. Through hosts of foes the course of glory lies, For dangers wait, and fears of unknown name, As horror gloom'd along the dark'ning path, When famed Ulysses* trod the vales of death; Terrific voices rose, and all around Dire forms sprang flaming from the rocking ground; The scornful fiends opposed his bold career, Thus at each trembling step, the Poet hears In Cerberean forms in every rival rise; There yawning wide before his path extends * Homer's Odyssey, Book 11. |