The missionary band lay sleeping.
But hark! upon the startled air,
Wild, unexpected whoops arise!—
And the red conflagration’s glare,
Is brightening all the midnight skies!
Up! sleepers, up! awake and fly,
By the dread lamp your foes have lighted—
To the dark green-wood’s bosom hie,
Your homes are gone, your hopes are blighted.
Up! sleepers, up! away, away!