And Honor joined the patriot ring Low on their wooden bench. O bounteous seas that never fail! O happy port that spied the sail Pole-star of light in Europe's night, That never faltered from the right. Kings shook with fear, old empires crave The secret force to find Which fired the little State to save The rights of all mankind. But right is might through all the world; Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled, Till Freedom cheered and the joy-bells rung. The sea returning day by day Restores the world-wide mart; So let each dweller on the Bay Fold Boston in his heart, Till these echoes be choked with snows, Or over the town blue ocean flows. Let the blood of her hundred thousands And the wit of all her wisest, Make sunshine in her brain. For you can teach the lightning speech, And each shall care for other, And each to each shall bend, To the poor a noble brother, A blessing through the ages thus RALPH WALDO EMERSON. April 18, 1775. L PAUL REVERE'S RIDE. This poem is the "Landlord's Tale," the first of the "Tales of a Wayside Inn." ISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm." Then he said, Good night! and with muffled oar Just as the moon rose over the bay, A phantom ship, with each mast and spar And a huge black hulk, that was magnified Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street Then he climbed to the tower of the Old North Church, By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread, To the belfry-chamber overhead, And startled the pigeons from their perch Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, Creeping along from tent to tent, And seeming to whisper, "All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent |