The Green Mountain Boys: A Birthday Salute To American Revolutionary War Hero Ethan Allen

  I. Here we halt our march, and pitch our tent

On the rugged forest ground,

And light our fire with the branches rent

By winds from the beeches round.

Wild storms have torn this ancient wood,

But a wilder is at hand,

With hail of iron and rain of blood,

To sweep and waste the land.

Ethan Allen

January 21, 1738-February 12, 1789

American Revolutionary War Hero

Leader of the Green Mountain Boys

II. How the dark wood rings with voices shrill,

That startle the sleeping bird;

To-morrow eve must the voice be still,

And the step must fall unheard.

The Briton lies by the blue Champlain,

In Ticonderoga's towers,

And ere the sun rise twice again,

The towers and the lake are ours

III. Fill up the bowl from the brook that glides

Where the fireflies light the brake;

A ruddier juice the Briton hides

In his fortress by the lake.

Build high the fire, till the panther leap

From his lofty perch in flight,

And we'll strengthen our weary arms with sleep

For the deeds of to-morrow night.

"The Green Mountain Boys"

William Cullen Bryant

(1794-1878)

American Romantic poet

Journalist and long-time 
Editor of the New York Post