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In the Battle Ground Hotel Museum, across the road from the Drummond Hill Cemetery, there is a plaque on the wall, which has a poem about the battle of Lundy's Lane. I found the poem to be very touching, and since the author is unknown, I have re-printed the poem here.
Click on the picture of the plaque to see a larger version.
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ON THE BATTLE OF LUNDY'S LANE
The sun had set on Lundy's Lane
And darkness veiled the forest plain;
On every hill, on every vale
Was heard the softly sighing gale,
While louder still along the shore
Was heard Niagara's distant roar,
And there alone disturbed the reign
Of silence, now on Lundy's Lane.
The sun had set on Lundy's Lane
And darkness veiled the forest plain;
On every hill, on every vale
Was heard the softly sighing gale,
While louder still along the shore
Was heard Niagara's distant roar,
And there alone disturbed the reign
Of silence, now on Lundy's Lane.
But hark! What means that awful
sound?
Why do the woods with cries resound?
Hark! 'Tis the cannon's awful roar,
Niagara's voice is heard no more.
While millions now in slumber lie,
The brave have met to fight or die,
And when the sun doth rise again
'Twill shine on blood on Lundy's Lane.
See! Through the darkness of the night
They rush impetuous to the fight;
Madly they join in battle strife
Where man contends with man for life.
The sword, the gun, the bayonet, too
Each have their bloody work to do;
They meet, they charge, they charge again!
And blood flows fast on Lundy's Lane.
Why do the woods with cries resound?
Hark! 'Tis the cannon's awful roar,
Niagara's voice is heard no more.
While millions now in slumber lie,
The brave have met to fight or die,
And when the sun doth rise again
'Twill shine on blood on Lundy's Lane.
See! Through the darkness of the night
They rush impetuous to the fight;
Madly they join in battle strife
Where man contends with man for life.
The sword, the gun, the bayonet, too
Each have their bloody work to do;
They meet, they charge, they charge again!
And blood flows fast on Lundy's Lane.
They met, they charged, they charged
no more;
The turf is wet with human gore;
Columbia's sons and England's pride
Now cold in death lie side by side;
All red with blood those warriors lay;
And darkness held unbounded sway;
Niagara's voice was heard again,
The fight had ceased on Lundy's Lane.
When hot battle raged on that hill
Of blood last night, it drank its fill;
In every wood, in every glen
Was heard the groans of dying men;
As scores of bloody forms were there,
And cries of anguish filled the air;
Though once 'twas pure and free from stain,
'Tis now the bloody spot on Lundy's Lane.
The turf is wet with human gore;
Columbia's sons and England's pride
Now cold in death lie side by side;
All red with blood those warriors lay;
And darkness held unbounded sway;
Niagara's voice was heard again,
The fight had ceased on Lundy's Lane.
When hot battle raged on that hill
Of blood last night, it drank its fill;
In every wood, in every glen
Was heard the groans of dying men;
As scores of bloody forms were there,
And cries of anguish filled the air;
Though once 'twas pure and free from stain,
'Tis now the bloody spot on Lundy's Lane.
And there within the forest aisle,
The soldier raised the funeral pile;
The old, the young, the gallant and brave,
All slumber in one common grave,
And now the wild flowers round them spring,
While Niagara doth their requiem sing,
And many a heart has sighed in vain
For those who sleep on Lundy's Lane.
Author Unknown
The soldier raised the funeral pile;
The old, the young, the gallant and brave,
All slumber in one common grave,
And now the wild flowers round them spring,
While Niagara doth their requiem sing,
And many a heart has sighed in vain
For those who sleep on Lundy's Lane.
Author Unknown
I took the picture below on July 17, 2004. It appears to be spirit energy that's about to form into ectoplasm.
Margaret took these pictures below on
the same date.
The photo below was taken during a tour of Drummond Hill Cemetery on
Oct. 22, 2005. The photo shows orbs in the tree, and mist.
Click on the photo to see a larger version.
