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Y Uesplslng Fenei arms y ln gambOls spent their Christmas day,

 Nor dreaded night alarms. Rich PennsyIyanias fertile lands, The patriot army held, ] Though few and small their valiant bands,

 Cclunlbia's ony shield. Stern winlcr reign'd in horrid mood, z

 And trOmihe bleak northeast, The furious winds rous'd Delaware's flood,

 While sleer and snow increas'd. As night advanced. ih1 i.;1s tempest sagad.

 But still the much.loved man, Though various cares his thoughts engaged,

 Mafured his fayorite plan. M Atmidnight hour, his orders moved

 The host without delay; Quick armed, to meet the man they loved,

 All eager to obey. March! march! he cries, with nasty stride,

 Break not your martial ranks; s But speed you to the rivers side,

 Beneath the rising banks. There all embarked, the boats were manned,

 The oars sweep through the tide, And soon on Jerseys coast they land,

 And scale its hilIy side. % Great Fabiuss cries, here lies our way,

 Our enemies are near, And ere the break of following day,

 We take them in their rear. Before tj,e sun ilIumes tlse skies,

 Or sireaks the casr with gold, Our Hessian foes we shall surprise, 8

 And all Iheircamp iniold. z The cold severe, and fierce the sleet, s Yet no one turns his back, But marches on with naked feet,

 And blood stains many atrack.f My gallant boys, stissain the, shock,

 Immortal Fabins says, Unmoved, like . solid rock, { Amid surronndiug sens. With onset fierce, by left and right, They close the Hessians round, Who all dismayed, unfit to fight, StrOve hard to fec the ground. Soon finding all resisiance vain,

 For quarter they intneat; Small was the numbeF fthe slain,t

 And victory was complete. Their naughty leader, Colonel Rolle,

 Receives q latal wound, And his stubborn, fiery soul,

 In barring, bites the ground. One thousRndll foes now prisoners stood,

 With all their arms and stores, And scou were passed OCT Delaware flood, To Pennsylvania's shores. The British Chiefs, enraged to hear Their force at Trenton lost, Drive on fresh troops unused to fear, And take their former post. Nature, both food and sleep requires:

 A Their rations take, light up ihcir fires, And wonted strength regain. Two days repose is now their lot, The tolls of battle cease, All their past sufferiDgs are forgot, They now can rest in peace. A second time they all prepare To cross the raging tide, And on the mighty Delaware,

 Their boats in triumph ride. They pitch their tents on Trenton's land, The enemy annoy, & t But soon repulsed, she free-born band, In safety, sleep enjoy. Not 50 the chief, inured to wake,

 For. all his cares arise, Hiszeal for his loved counuy's sake, Drives slumber from his eyes. t- The earth rolls round, night sable shade 5 Did all things now invest, The General calls, the troops parade, Forsaking balmy rest. To cheat the foe, their fires still blaze In order on the plain. While through the long and tedious ways, They march, and none complain. ! The soil they tread, with aching feet,

 Through the cold gloomy night, Determined, cruel foes to meet.

 And for blessed freedom fight. The rosy morn had chas'd the night,

 Sol shed his beams abroad; The British troops appeared in sight,

 Marching down Princeton road. Blest Princeton, hail! the muses seat,

 Where sons ofscience stray, In study fxi, or converse sweet,

 Enjoy the passing day. Perhaps, compose, in moving strains, The tales of slighled love, Or sing the joys of happy swains,

 And charm the listening grove. Some nobler minds their thoughts employ,

 On ancient Grecian lore, Sweet Pla.os works peruse with joy,

 The academic store. Alas, how changed this pleasing scene.

 When sons offreedom bled, And made the level, acwery green.

 Their last lamented bed. Forth rushed Bellona's iron car,

 The direfMl fateR attend, Beneath the cumhrous pomp of war,

 Its grooming axles bend. The fnries bring their cursed store,

 To aid the de0dly strife, While guardian angels deep deplore,

 This waste of human life. The cannon roared, with laundering sound.

 And angry bullets fly, C0nyulsion shakes the solid ground, The dead promiscuoas lie. The gentle Mercer, valor's son, His bnnds 10 battle led; Alas! how soon his course is run,

 He's numbered with the dead. See the intrepid Haslet torn

 From midst of burning war; His lovely spouse will ggieve and mourn

 On the banks of DeIaware.6 The hattie raged-Gar freedom fought;

 The cause met no dsgrace, And ne'er was glory keener sought, In hated wars embrace. All amid this deadly strife,

 New-Englhnd's sons appear, With ardent zeal exposing life,

 Nor wounds nor death they fear Upon the right they take their stand,

 And proofs of valor show, While Penngylvania's gallant band,

 In centre goreR ahs foe. / So many sIain--survivora Ay; (sofunnhiasa armn ufefAii