Though ages long have passed Since our Fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast, O'er untravelled seas to roam, Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! While the language free and bold How the vault of heaven rung When Satan, blasted, fell with his host; Round our coast; While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Between let Oa a roll, Our joint communion breaking with the sun : Yet still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, "We are One." WASHINGTON ALLSTON. SONG OF MARION'S MEN. OUR band is few, but true and tried, The British soldier trembles Our fortress is the good greenwood, As seamen know the sea; We know its walls of thorny vines, Its glades of reedy grass, Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! Are beat to earth again; Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, or leave their children free, The shaft we raise to them and thee. WARREN'S ADDRESS. STAND! the ground's your own, my braves! Hope ye mercy still? Fear ye foes who kill for hire? Will ye to your homes retire? Look behind you ! - they're afire ! And, before you, see Who have done it! From the vale On they come ! - and will ye quail? Leaden rain and iron hail Let their welcome be ! In the God of battles trust! But, O, where can dust to dust Be consigned so well, As where heaven its dews shall shed On the martyred patriot's bed, And the rocks shall raise their head, Of his deeds to tell? JOHN PIERPONT. CARMEN BELLICOSUM. In their ragged regimentals Yielding not, When the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon-shot; When the files Of the isles, PAUL REVERE'S RIDE. LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, From the smoky night encampment, bore the On the eighteenth of April, in 'Seventy-five: banner of the rampant Unicorn, And grummer, grummer, grummer rolled the roll of the drummer, Through the morn! Then with eyes to the front all, And with guns horizontal, Stood our sires; And the balls whistled deadly, And in streams flashing redly Blazed the fires; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march Then he said, "Good night!" and with muffled As it rose above the graves on the hill, Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. A hurry of hoofs in a village street, Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet : That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. He has left the village and mounted the steep, It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, It was one by the village clock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare Gaze at hun with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town You know the rest. In the books you have read, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, So through the night rode Paul Revere ; A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THE AMERICAN FLAG. WHEN Freedom, from her mountain height, And set the stars of glory there! Majestic monarch of the cloud! Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest trumping loud, And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the Sun! to thee 't is given To guard the banner of the free, Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, And when the cannon-mouthings loud And cowering foes shall shrink beneath Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Flag of the free heart's hope and home, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE, THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. O SAY, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On that shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses ? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, | In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; |