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Another moment! And the iron band had
wheeled-back in the same career Of death
they came! Routed, defeated, crushed the
the red coats flee from the hill, while the
iron band sweep round the form Of George
Washington--they encircled him with their
forms of oak, their swords Of steel-Athe
shout Of his name shrieks through the air
and away TO American host they bear him
in q soldieI's battle JOY. e


II was at Savannah that night came down
upon Pulaski.


Yes, see him now, under the gloom Of
night, riding forward towards yonder ram
parts, bis black steed rearing aloft, while
two hundred Of bis own men follow al his
back. 4aA


Right on, neither looking to right or left,
he rides, his eye fixed upon The cannon Of the
British his sword. cleaning over his head.


For the last time, they heard that war
cry m .qss a sss 3


"Forwarts, Brudern, forwarts!"


Then they that black horse; plunging for
ward his forefeet resting on the cannon of
the enemy, while his warrior rider, arose
in all the pride Of his form, his face bathed
in flush Of red light. sa IL sa@a


That flash once gone, they saw Pulaski
no more. But they found him, yes beneath
enemy's cannon, crushed by the same gun,
that killed his stead-yes, they found them
the horse and rider, resting togetheri in death
that noble face glaring in the midnight sky
with gfassey eye.


So in his glory he died, He died while
America and Poland were yet in chains
He died, 10 the stout hope that both, would
one day be free. With America, this hope
has been fulfilled, but Poland


Tell me, shall not the day come, when
yonder monument, erected by those warm
Southern hearts near Savannah, will yield
up its deads y


For Poland will be free at last as sure as
God is just, as sure as he governs the Uni
verse. Then when, re-created Po-
land rears her eagle aloft again, among the
banners Of nations, will her children come
to Savannah, to gather up the ashes ofiheir
hero, aud bear him home, with the chaunt of
priests, with the thunder Of cannon, with
the tears Of millions, even as repentant France
bore home her own Napolean.


Yes, the day is coming when Kosciusko
and Pulaski, will sleep side by side, beneath
the soil Re-created Poland.