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AT VALLEY FORGE. was the blast, hurling sleet and snow CHILL Across the valley waste Where walked a sentry, halting and slow, Crimson the path he traced. Wihter besieging the camping ground, Massed her proud forces the country ' round. Yet glad his heart, his pulses moved To throbs of love within; Love sorely tried and enduring proved, Where but the brave might win, He suffered in peace for liberty 's cause, Nor sought the phantom of vain applause. His valiant comrades reposing here, Wasted by hunger and cold, Dreamed then of freedom hovering near, Blessing her trusted fold . The restive storm without leash swept down On Valley Forge. with its icy frown . E'en whilst the winds, and the hail so keen Raced like a troubled sea, Came there a man of majestic mien And spoke full cheerfully:" Brave son of liberty, stand thou forth 1 Surely for shelter thou seemeth loth ." " Take thou my mantle and seek thy tent. Rest for the morrow's trials, S urely the Lord of Battles has sent Angels to guard our files. Yet shall I watch till the morning guns Awake the proud remnants of freedom' s sons."