THE REVOLUTIONARY RISING Out of the North the wild news came, Far flashing on its wings of flame, Swift as the boreal light which flies At midnight through the startled skies. And there was tumult in the air The fife's shrill note, the drum's loud beat, And through the wide land everywhere The answering tread of hurrying feet; While the first oath of Freedom's gun Came on the blast from Lexington; And Concord roused, no longer tame, Forgot her old baptismal name, Made bare her patriot arm of power, And swelled the discord of the hour. The pastor came; his snowy locks Then soon he rose; the prayer was strong; And, rising on his theme's broad wing, And now before the open door The warrior priest had ordered so- So loud and clear, it seemed the ear The great bell swung as ne'er before: And every word its ardor flung From off its jubilant iron tongue "Who dares? ". -this was the patriot's cry, A hundred hands flung up reply, A hundred voices answered, "I." THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. By permission, Read, POEMS, J. B. Lippincott Company. THE DEFENSE OF THE ALAMO (March 6, 1836) Santa Ana came storming, as a storm might come; There was rumble of cannon; there was rattle of blade; There was cavalry, infantry, bugle and drum,— Full seven thousand, in pomp and parade, The chivalry, flower of Mexico; And a gaunt two hundred in the Alamo! And thirty lay sick, and some were shot through; I die with my wounded, in the Alamo." Then Bowie gasped, "Lead me over that line!" Then Crockett, one hand to the sick, one hand to his gun, Crossed with him; then never a word or a sign Till all, sick or well-all, all save but one, One man. Then a woman stepped, praying, and slow Across, to die at her post in the Alamo. Then that one coward fled, in the night, in that night When all men silently prayed and thought Of home; of to-morrow; of God and the right, Till dawn: and with dawn came Travis's cannon-shot, In answer to insolent Mexico, From the old bell-tower of the Alamo. |