Here halt we 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.
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Chicago: William Cullen Bryant, "I," The Green Mountain Boys Original Sources, accessed March 13, 2026, http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=9CWB7LSC7G12MHA.
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