TICONDEROGA
The cold, gray light of the dawning
On old Carillon falls,
And dim in the mist of the morning
Stand the grim old fortress walls.
No sound disturbs the stillness
Save the cataract's mellow roar,
Silent as death is the fortress,
Silent the misty shore.
But up from the wakening waters
Comes the cool, fresh morning
breeze,
Lifting the banner of Britain,
And whispering to the trees
Of the swift gliding boats on the waters
That are nearing the fog-shrouded
land,
With the old Green Mountain Lion,
And his daring patriot band.
But the sentinel at the postern
Heard not the whisper low;
He is dreaming of the banks of the Shannon
As he walks on his beat to and
fro,
Of the starry eyes in Green Erin
That were dim when he marched
away,
And a tear down his bronzed cheek courses,
'T is the first for many a day.
A sound breaks the misty stillness,
And quickly he glances around;
Through the mist, forms like towering giants
Seem rising out of the ground;
A challenge, the firelock flashes,
A sword cleaves the quivering
air,
And the sentry lies dead by the postern,
Blood staining his bright yellow
hair.
Then, with a shout that awakens
All the echoes of hillside and
glen,
Through the low, frowning gate of the fortress,
Sword in hand, rush the Green
Mountain men.
The scarce wakened troops of the garrison
Yield up their trust pale with
fear;
And down comes the bright British banner,
And out rings a Green Mountain
cheer.
Flushed with pride, the whole eastern heavens
With crimson and gold are ablaze;
And up springs the sun in his splendor
And flings down his arrowy rays,
Bathing in sunlight the fortress,
Turning to gold the grim walls,
While louder and clearer and higher
Rings the song of the waterfalls.
Since the taking of Ticonderoga
A century has rolled away;
But with pride the nation remembers
That glorious morning in May.
And the cataract's silvery music
Forever the story tells,
Of the capture of old Carillon,
The chime of the silver bells.
V. B. WILSON
LOYALIST, BRITISH
SONGS & POETRY OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION
LOYALIST
MUSIC AND POETRY
BRITISH
POETRY BY MAJOR JOHN ANDRE
