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Leaps  to  the  soldier's  lips,

                                          A h  hurriedly  lie slips
                                   All  the  bolts  within  their  sockets,
                                   Loads  the  guns  and  mounts  the  rockets,
                                     Makes  ali  readv  for  the  foe.
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                                   Then  he  waits;  and  list !1L  a  rustling;
                                   fTis the  breeze?   No,  ’tis  the bustling
                                     Of  steal Lhy  footsteps  creeping  slow.

                                   Whiz !  a  rocket  shoots21  in  air,
                                 " A t   your peril  com e!1'4  Ueware ! ’'
                                         Shouts,  in  tone  defiant,
                                         This  hero  self-reliant.
                                   Halls  the  foe,  his  plan* betrayed;
                                   Now  he’ll  wait  for  daylight's  aid
                                         To  attack  the  fort.
                                   While  within,  the grenadier;
                                   Patient bides,  with  weapons  near,
                                         And  courage  high  up wrought.


                                   B a n g !  the  first  shot  cleaves  the  air,
                                  Just as  Phoebus  rises  fair,
                                         And  smites  the  silent  tower.
                                   Bang,  hang,  bang,  bang!  the  shots  fly fast.
                                  And  hang !1  the  fort  replies  at last,
                                         And  strikes  with  telling  power.
                                  At  every  shot  a foe man  fails,
                                  Though  singly  come  the  musket  balls,
                                         Whereat  the  A ustrianw onders.
                                   No  heads  above  the  ramparts"1  rise,
                                   No  mark  the  enemy  descries;
                                         He  blindlv  shoots2  and  blunders.
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                                   Hour  by  hour  until  the  eve,
                                   Fought the  foe  with  slight  reprieve,
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