The next day, August 16, 1777, dawned clear and bright, and the morning was consumed in preparations for the attack. Stark managed to throw half his force on Baum's rear and flanks, and, early in the afternoon, assaulted the enemy on all sides. The Germans stood their ground and fought desperately, but they were soon thrown into disorder, and at the end of two hours were all either killed or captured. THE BATTLE OF BENNINGTON [August 16, 1777] Up through a cloudy sky, the sun Was buffeting his way, On such a morn as ushers in A sultry August day. Hot was the air--and hotter yet Men's thoughts within them grew: They Britons, Hessians, Tories saw-- They saw their homesteads too. They thought of all their country's wrongs, They thought of noble lives Pour'd out in battle with her foes, They thought upon their wives, Their children, and their aged sires, Their firesides, churches, God-- And these deep thoughts made hallow'd ground Each foot of soil they trod. Their leader was a brave old man, A man of earnest will; His very presence was a host-- He'd fought at Bunker Hill. A living monument he stood Of stirring deeds of fame, Of deeds that shed a fadeless light On his own deathless name. Of Charlestown's flames, of Warren's blood, His presence told the tale, It made each hero's heart beat high Though lip and cheek grew pale; It spoke of Princeton, Morristown, Told Trenton's thrilling story-- It lit futurity with hope, And on the past shed glory. Who were those men--their leader who? Where stood they on that morn? The men were Berkshire yeomanry, Brave men as e'er were born,-- Who in the reaper's merry row Or warrior rank could stand Right worthy such a noble troop, John Stark led on the band. Wollamsac wanders by the spot Where they that morning stood; Then roll'd the war-cloud o'er the stream, The waves were tinged with blood; And the near hills that dark cloud girt, And fires like lightning flash'd, And shrieks and groans, like howling blasts, Rose as the bayonets clash'd. The night before, the Yankee host Came gathering from afar, And in each belted bosom glow'd The spirit of the war. As full of fight, through rainy storm, Night, cloudy, starless, dark, They came, and gathered as they came, Around the valiant Stark. There was a Berkshire parson--he And all his flock were there, And like true churchmen militant The arm of flesh made bare. Out spake the Dominie and said, "For battle have we come These many times, and after this We mean to stay at home." "If now we come in vain," said Stark, "What! will you go to-night To battle it with yonder troops, God send us morning light, And we will give you work enough: Let but the morning come, And if ye hear no voice of war Go back and stay at home."