de

Said Parker to his gallant men.
Then Pitcairn dashed across the plain,
Discharged an angry threat, and then
The world heard Lexington!

Militia and brave minute-men

Stood side by side upon the plain,
Unsheltered in the storm of rain,

Of fire, and leaden sleet;

But through the gray smoke and the flame,
Star crowned, a white-winged angel came,
To bear aloft the souls of flame

From war's red winding-sheet!

Hancock and Adams glory won
With yeomen whose best work was done
At Concord and at Lexington,

When first they struck the blow.
Long may their children's children bear
Upon wide shoulders, fit to wear,

The mantles that fell through the air
One hundred years ago!

HE maid who binds her warrior's sash,
With smile that well her pain dissembles,
The while beneath her drooping lash

One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles,
Though heaven alone records the tear,
And fame shall never know the story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear
As e'er bedewed the field of glory.

The wife who girds her husband's sword,
'Mid little ones who weep or wonder,
And bravely speaks the cheering word,
What though her heart be rent asunder,
Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear

The bolts of death around him rattle,
Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er

Was poured upon a field of battle!

The mother who conceals her grief,

While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses,

With no one but her secret God

To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod

Received on Freedom's field of honor!

KANE:

DIED

FEBRUARY 16, 1857.

LOFT upon an old basaltic crag,

Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole,

Gazes with dead face on the seas that roll
Around the secret of the mystic zone,
A mighty nation's star-bespangled flag
Flutters alone;

And underneath, upon the lifeless front

Of that drear cliff, a simple name is traced, -
Fit type of him who, famishing and gaunt,
But with a rocky purpose in his soul,
Breasted the gathering snows,

Clung to the drifting floes,

By want beleaguered and by winter chased,
Seeking the brother lost amid that frozen waste.

Not many months ago we greeted him,

Crowned with the icy honors of the North.

Across the land his hard-won fame went forth,

And Maine's deep woods were shaken limb by limb
His own mild Keystone State, sedate and prim,

Burst from decorous quiet as he came;
Hot Southern lips, with eloquence aflame,
Sounded his triumph; Texas, wild and grim,

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