The Minute Man: A Ballad of "The Shot Heard Round the World"

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D. Lothrop, 1886 - Minutemen (Militia) - 29 pages
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Page 20 - We will never fire a single shot Unless first fired upon." Listen! sharp the command! Bayonet and gun in place, The rallying-point of the Nation's war, The old North Bridge, they face. Holding war-council there, On God they trustingly wait; Sublimely the Century keeps for them A grand and glorious fate Single the shot — a volley! Two minute men fall — are dead; Now speaks America in her guns, The waiting-time is fled! Faithfully now they fight, Freedom is theirs at...
Page 19 - Quietly on the hill, Drawn back from river and road, These yeomen gather from plough and field, To wait alone with God. Bravely the words that come, Pealing down these hundred years. Voicing their trust in the God of might, And ringing into our ears. Fearless and faithful words, Hear them so martial and clear : " Let us stand our ground, and if we die, Praise God, we will die right here.
Page 6 - tis done, Provincials are masters of war; Flee while you may, O brilliant foe, Report to your King afar! Hurried now the retreat, Scarce hoping a life to save, While two dead faces by river's brim Wait for a nameless grave. Sacred the victory Here won for liberty; Ages shall sound, Concord, thy patriot blood Baptizing river sod Holiest ground. Here stands the Minute Man, As from his plow he ran, Calm and unflinching, Yet meek in his glory, Granite and bronze Tell again the grand story; So shall he...
Page 10 - ... melody Slow-pulsing, even, sweet, Like dream of heaven, fair paradise, With forests grand, and fertile fields,. Is blessed, safe retreat. To weary pilgrims, tossed upon A sea of conflict, stormy, rough, Who waves of trouble breast, Musket-a-quid seems fair indeed. They bare the brow, and fervently They settle here, and honestly They purchase land by river, Requiting Indian toil. And peacefully, 'neath Jethro's Oak, So runs the legend, springs the name Which blesses all the soil. Fair Concord!...
Page 4 - The rallying-point of the Nation's war, The old North Bridge, they face. Holding war-council there, On God they trustingly wait; Sublimely the Century keeps for them A grand and glorious fate Single the shot — a volley! Two minute men fall — are dead; Now speaks America in her guns, The waiting-time is fled! Faithfully now they fight, Freedom is theirs at last, The tyrant's hold is loosening now, The die of war is cast! Clinching the trusty gun, Keenly sighting the foe, With muscles unbound from...
Page 16 - ... uniform gay, eight hundred strong Are marching out toward the West Beaming is now the sun With healing in each bright ray, The earth is waking to life anew This beautiful April day Nature is smiling sweet From meadow and wood and hill And a simple task it seems to be To conquer this hamlet still Passing the jest along, The jubilant host march on To the easy honor of victory Like that of Lexington. Swiftly the message ran Through villages on its way, Bringing the minute men instantly, To hold...
Page 7 - ... your King afar! Hurried now the retreat, Scarce hoping a life to save, While two dead faces by river's brim Wait for a nameless grave. Sacred the victory Here won for liberty; Ages shall sound, Concord, thy patriot blood Baptizing river sod Holiest ground. Here stands the Minute Man, As from his plow he ran, Calm and unflinching, Yet meek in his glory, Granite and bronze Tell again the grand story; So shall he ever be Herald of Liberty! CHRISTMAS. How shall I tell of the ages, When Christmas...
Page 14 - A cloud descends the vale, The pine-crowned crests Repeat an echo warningly; A cry, that were not God their God, Would make those settlers quail. The hurrying, threatening cloud scarce waits For prayers ascending to the God who led the Pilgrims forth. "To arms! To arms! They come! They come! " Is heard the cry, And quick as lightning on his smoking steed A messenger must fly To waken all that valley sweet Lying in blessed, cool retreat. III. Over the highway old, With banner and song and jest, In...
Page 7 - Boston, surrounded by all those social duties which unliterary women feel leaves no room for anything else. But to this generous and healthful nature there seems no limit to her capacity for doing and being. CSW THE MINUTE MAN. FOR more than a hundred years In history, legend and rhyme, Has the old story been told anew Of the Century's deed sublime. On this Memorial Day, When the grateful hearts of all, Recounting the struggle for Liberty, The Nation's birth recall, We tell the story once more Of...
Page 14 - Over the highway old, With banner and song and jest, In uniform gay, eight hundred strong Are marching out toward the West Beaming is now the sun With healing in each bright ray, The earth is waking to life anew This beautiful April day Nature is smiling sweet From meadow and wood and hill And a simple task it seems to be To conquer this hamlet still Passing the jest along, The jubilant host march on To the easy honor of victory Like that of Lexington. Swiftly the message ran Through villages on...

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