American Poetry review for the final

"The fate of a nation was riding that night"

"O the bleeding drops of red/ It is some dream that on the deck/ You've falled cold and dead."

“The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,/From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object

“For, borne on the night wind of the Past,/ Through all our history, to the last,/ In the hour of darkness and peril and

"One was safe and asleep in his bed/ Who that day would be first to fall/ Pierced by a British musket ball"

"Listen my children and you shall hear. . . "

“The task is done; the bond are free;/ We bear thee to an honored grave,/ Whose proudest monument shall be/ The broken

"In silence by thy byre we stand/ Amid the awe that hushes all/ And speak the anguish of a land. . ."

"My father does not hear my voice; he has no pulse nor will"

“By the rude bridge that arched the flood,/ Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,/Here once the embattled farmers

"When like our sires, our sons are gone"