Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII No. 6 June 1848

Night o'er the Santee! up the sky

The pale moon went with misty eye;

And in the west a brooding cloud-

Departed day's wind-lifted shroud-

Waved slowly in the depths of blue,

While now and then a world looked through

The broken edge, as from above

Steals down a seraph's glance of love,

Through sorrow's cloud and mortal air,

On breaking hearts or tearful prayer.

Within the recess of the wood

That on the river's margin stood,

Encamped beneath the shade

Of solemn pine and cypress tree,

And tulip soaring high and free,

A patriot band had made

Their pillows of the moss and leaves,

Through which the moaning south-wind grieves

When day forsakes the glade.

And all save one slept hushed as night

Beneath the starry Infinite-

That one a boy in years,

Whose daring arm and flashing eye,

When death and danger hovered nigh,

Belied the trembling fears

And shrinking dread that seemed to speak,

From quivering lip and pallid cheek

At sight of war's array;

The first the fearful strife to bide,

Forever at his captain's side,

Was Lennard in the fray;

Yet strange to tell, though oft beside

That captain's form he dared to bide

The cannon's fiery blast,

His hand no human blood had shed,

Beneath his steel no foe had bled,

When in the battle cast.

So said his comrades tried and cold,

Who marveled that a heart so bold,

Should beat in pitying breast.

And now beside the smouldering fire,

He marked its flickering flames expire,

And watched his leader's rest.

That leader-in the civil strife

Then waged for Liberty and Life,

No braver spirit stood,

Between his country and the chain,

Mistaken tyranny would fain

Have cast o'er lake and wood;

And though in manhood's early morn,

Young Huon led through strife and scorn

A trusty troop and free,

Who left their homes his lot to share,

For Freedom sworn to live and dare,

Or die-at Fate's decree;

And from the covert solitude

Of dark morass and thicket rude

Guerilla warfare waged,

On Tory band, unwary foe,

And struck full many a dauntless blow,

While hate and conflict raged.