No hope for the footman if savage or Tory.
The heart shuts on pity when vengeance is portress;
And husbands and fathers came forth from the fortress.
As the wails of our wives and our babes we remember,
The bright fire of mercy goes out—the last ember.
They meant but a visit, we forced them to tarry;
But few of the foemen went back from Schoharie.
THE BATTLE-GROUND OF ORISKANY.