THE BATTLE OF LOVELL'S POND BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

I've previously written about my colonial Massachusetts relatives who
were among the "snow-shoe soldiers" that fought the French-allied
Indians during "Dummer's War" (known as Queen Anne's War in Europe).
They were commanded by Captain John Lovewell, who led three expeditions
against the Indians, and died in battle at Pequawket, now known as Fryeburg,
Maine on 9Nov 1725. The fight took place near a pond now known
as Lovewell or Lovell's Pond.

As it happens, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's first published work is a short
poem about the battle. It appeared in the Portland Gazette newspaper on 17Nov
1820. He was 13 years old at that time: 

The Battle of Lovell’s Pond

COLD, cold is the north wind and rude is the blast   
That sweeps like a hurricane loudly and fast,   
As it moans through the tall waving pines lone and drear,   
Sighs a requiem sad o’er the warrior’s bier.   

The war-whoop is still, and the savage’s yell          
Has sunk into silence along the wild dell;   
The din of the battle, the tumult, is o’er,   
And the war-clarion’s voice is now heard no more.   

The warriors that fought for their country, and bled,   
Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed;           
No stone tells the place where their ashes repose,   
Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes.   

They died in their glory, surrounded by fame,   
And Victory’s loud trump their death did proclaim;   
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast,           
And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.
HENRY.  

You can read  more about the poem at:
http://www.bartleby.com/356/572.html

As it happens, Henry's was not the first poem about the battle. An older one had been
popular in New England for quite some time. I'll discuss that next.