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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit.  1904.
 
III. War
Monterey
Charles Fenno Hoffman (1806–1884)
 
[Mexico, September 19, 1846]

WE were not many,—we who stood
  Before the iron sleet that day;
Yet many a gallant spirit would
Give half his years if but he could
  Have been with us at Monterey.        5
 
Now here, now there, the shot it hailed
  In deadly drifts of fiery spray,
Yet not a single soldier quailed
When wounded comrades round them wailed
  Their dying shouts at Monterey.        10
 
And on, still on our column kept,
  Through walls of flame its withering way;
Where fell the dead, the living stept,
Still charging on the guns which swept
  The slippery streets of Monterey.        15
 
The foe himself recoiled aghast,
  When striking where he strongest lay,
We swooped his flanking batteries past,
And, braving full their murderous blast,
  Stormed home the towers of Monterey.        20
 
Our banners on those turrets wave,
  And there our evening bugles play;
Where orange boughs above their grave,
Keep green the memory of the brave
  Who fought and fell at Monterey.        25
 
We are not many,—we who pressed
  Beside the brave who fell that day;
But who of us has not confessed
He ’d rather share their warrior rest
  Than not have been at Monterey?        30
 
 
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