And long shall timorous fancy see The painted chief, and pointed spear, And Reason's self shall bow the knee To shadows and delusions here.
But fame is theirs - and future days On pillar'd brass shall tell their praise; Shall tell - when cold neglect is dead - "These for their country fought and bled."
Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, but left the shield.
They saw their injured country''s woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, - but left the shield.
But fame is theirs - and future days On pillar''d brass shall tell their praise; Shall tell - when cold neglect is dead - "These for their country fought and bled."
Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags, Fit company for mad adventurers.
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