Lopt from his horse the hero sinks at last; The Hurons ken him, and with hallooing blast Shake the vast wilderness; the tribes around Drink with broad ears and swell the rending sound, Rush back to vengeance with tempestuous might, Sweep the long slopes from every neighboring height, Full on their check'd pursuers; who regain, From all their woods, the first contested plain. Here open fight begins; and sure defeat Had forced that column to a swift retreat, But Arnold, toiling thro the distant smoke, Beheld their plight, a small detachment took, Bore down behind them with his field-park loud, And hail'd his grapeshot thro the savage crowd; Strow'd every copse with dead, and chased afar The affrighted relics from the skirts of war. But on the centre swells the heaviest charge, The squares develop and the lines enlarge. Here Kosciusko's mantling works conceal'd His batteries mute, but soon to scour the field; Morgan with all his marksmen flanks the foe, Hull, Brooks and Courtlandt in the vanguard glow; Here gallant Dearborn leads his light-arm'd train, Here Scammel towers, here Silly shakes the plain. Gates guides the onset with his waving brand, Assigns their task to each unfolding band, Sustains, inspirits, prompts the warrior's rage, Now bids the flank and now the front engage, Points the stern riflers where their slugs to pour, And tells the unmasking batteries when to roar. For here impetuous Powell wheels and veers His royal guards, his British grenadiers; His Highland broadswords cut their wasting course, His horse-artillery whirls its furious force. Here Specht and Reidesel to battle bring Their scattering yagers from each folding wing; And here, concentred in tremendous might, Britain's whole park, descending to the fight, Roars thro the ranks; tis Phillips leads the train, And toils and thunders o'er the shuddering plain. Burgoyne, secure of victory, from his height, Eyes the whole field and orders all the fight, Marks where his veterans plunge their fiercest fire, And where his foes seem halting to retire, Already sees the starry staff give way. And British ensigns gaining on the day; When from the western wing, in steely glare, All-conquering Arnold surged the tide of war. Columbia kindles as her hero comes; Her trump's shrill clangor and her deafening drums Redoubling sound the charge; they rage, they burn, And hosted Europe trembles in her turn. So when Pelides' absence check'd her fate, All Ilion issued from her guardian gate; Her huddling squadrons like a tempest pour'd, Each man a hero and each dart a sword, Full on retiring Greece tumultuous fall, And Greece reluctant seeks her sheltering wall; But Pelius' son rebounding o'er the plain, Troy backward starts and seeks her towers again.