She mingled with its gorgeous dyes Majestic monarch of the cloud! Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall; Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Flag of the free heart's hope and home, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, CONCORD HYMN RALPH WALDO EMERSON Emerson's "Concord Hymn" was written in 1836 and sung at the celebration held in honor of the completion of the battle monument on April 19 of that year. The lines refer to the fight which took place at Concord Bridge in 1775, between the British and the American Minutemen. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Here once the embattled farmers stood, The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept. Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare The shaft we raise to them and thee. EACH AND ALL RALPH W. EMERSON LITTLE thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. Nothing is fair or good alone. I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, The bubbles of the latest wave I wiped away the weeds and foam, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. The lover watched his graceful maid, As mid the virgin train she strayed, Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage; The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but fairy none, Then I said, "I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth:" As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground pine curled its pretty wreath, I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity; |