Chapter 34: XXXIII

XXXIII “They fought, like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Muslim slain, They conquered—but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their loud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night’s repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Halleck The sun found the Lenape, on the succeeding day, a nation of mourners. The sou…