’And in the hour of battle, when all around is darkness, lit by the lurid cannon glare and the piercing musket flash—­when the wounded strew the ground, and the dead litter your path—­then remember, soldiers, that God is with you.  The eternal God fights for you—­He rides on the battle cloud, He sweeps onward with the march of the hurricane charge—­God, the Awful and the Infinite, fights for you, and you will triumph.’

“Roused by this manly and pathetic appeal, a low murmur ran from man to man, as a heartfelt response; and the chieftains who were near the speaker, felt proud and happy in the command of such true hearts and tried blades.  But darkness was enveloping all, and he hastened to conclude.

“‘They that take the sword shall perish by the sword.’

’You have taken the sword, but not in the spirit of wrong and ravage.  You have taken the sword for your homes, for your wives, for your little ones.  You have taken the sword for truth, for justice and right, and to you the promise is, Be of good cheer, for your foes have taken the sword in defiance of all that man holds dear, in blasphemy of God—­they shall perish by the sword.

’And now, brethren and soldiers, I bid you all farewell.  Many of us may fall in the fight of to-morrow—­God rest the souls of the fallen; many of us may live to tell the story of the fight of to-morrow; and, in the memory of all, will ever rest and linger the quiet scene of this autumnal night.

’Solemn twilight advances over the valley; the woods on the opposite heights fling their long shadows over the green of the meadow; around us are the tents of the continental host, the suppressed bustle of the camp, the hurried tramp of the soldiers to and fro among the tents, the stillness and silence that marks the eve of battle.

’When we meet again, may the long shadows of twilight be flung over a peaceful land.

‘God in heaven grant it.’

“And now the last ray of lingering light had departed, and they were left in darkness.  Presuming it proper to dismiss his auditors, he proposed a parting prayer, and immediately every head was uncovered and bowed in reverence, while, with outstretched hands, that sincere old man in the homespun garb thus addressed the throne of grace.

“’Great Father, we bow before thee.  We invoke thy blessing, we deprecate thy wrath, we return thee thanks for the past, we ask thy aid for the future.  For we are in times of trouble, oh, Lord! and sore beset by foes, merciless and unpitying; the sword gleams over our land, and the dust of the soil is dampened with the blood of our neighbors and friends.

’Oh!  God of mercy, we pray thy blessing on the American arms.  Make the man of our hearts strong in thy wisdom; bless, we beseech, with renewed life and strength, our hope and thy instrument, even George Washington.  Shower thy counsels on the honorable, the Continental Congress.  Visit the tents of our host; comfort the soldier in his wounds and afflictions; nerve him for the hour of fight; prepare him for the hour of death.