Concord Hymn
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
A ruddy drop of manly
The surging sea outweighs,
The world uncertain comes and goes;
The lover rooted stays
Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis)The rocky nook with hilltops three Looked eastward from the farms,
And twice each day the flowing sea Took Boston in its arms;
The men of yore were stout and poor,
And sailed for bread to every shore
Good-bye, proud world
I'm going home;
Thou art my friend, and I'm not thine
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
Knows he who tills this lonely
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres
At midnight and at morn
Bulkeley,
Hunt,
Willard,
Hosmer,
"May be true what I had heard,
Earth's a howling
Truculent with fraud and force,"Said I, strolling through the pastures,
And along the riverside
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
Of thee, from the hill-top looking down;
And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm,
Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;
NG me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through Under the Andes to the Cape,
Suffer'd no savour of the earth to 'scape
Let its grapes the morn salute From a nocturna...
Give me truths,
For I am weary of the surfaces,
And die of inanition
If I
Why should I keep holiday,
When other men have none
Why but because when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone
The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig
" Bun replied, "You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year An...