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

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D. Lothrop, 1886 - United States - 29 pages
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Page 22 - 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!
Page 12 - 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! fitting spot to be The Nation's birthplace, lovingly Is given to thee the fame Of leading in the Right, that long As Liberty has voice to speak, Shall halo thy dear name.
Page 26 - 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 - 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...
Page 28 - 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 21 - Quietly on the hill, Drawn back from river and road, These yeomen gather from plow 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...
Page 16 - 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...
Page 29 - ... 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 28 - ... tyrant's hold is loosening now, The die of war is cast ! Clinching the trusty gun, Keenly sighting the foe, With muscles unbound from the long restraint, They lay the enemy low. Sharply rings the battle. While the river rolls between, Hushing its gentle murmuring as It plays over banks of green. Quickly give o'er — 'tis done, Provincials are masters of war ; Flee while you may, О brilliant foe, Report to your King afar ! Hurried now the retreat, Scarce hoping a life to save, While two dead...
Page 15 - 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.

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