THE ALLIES AT YORKTOWN.

And here France came one hundred years ago!

Red, russet, purple glowed upon the trees,

And sunset glories deepened in their glow

Along the painted seas.

A wealth of color blazed on land and wave,

Topaz and gold, and crimson met the eye —

October hailed the ships which came to save

With banners in the sky.

DeBarras swept down from the Northern coast,

DeGrasse, foam-driving, came with favoring breeze,

And here surprised the proud, marauding host

Like spectres of the seas.

Then was no time for such a boastful strain

As Campbell sang o'er Baltic's bloody tide,

Nor did Britannia dominate the main

In customary pride.

France closed this river, and France ruled yon sea,

Held all our waters in triumphant state,

Her sails foretelling what was soon to be

Like Ministers of Fate.

And when the Union chants her proudest Lay

DeGrasse is often on her tuneful lips,

And his achievement challenges to-day

Some Homer of the ships.

So, when this spot its monument shall crown

His name upon its base two Worlds shall see,

With a fair wind his story shall sail down

Through Ages yet to be,