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Patriotic
Poetry
Paul Revere’s
Ride
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town tonight,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,-
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and give the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."
A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by that steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night....
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen and hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
HATS
OFF !
THE
FLAG IS PASSING BY
Henry Holcomb
Bennett
Hats
Off!
Along
the street there comes
A
blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A
flash of color beneath the sky:
Hats
off!
The
colors before us fly....
But
more than the flag is passing by....
Days
of plenty and years of peace;
March
of a strong land's swift increase;
Equal
justice, right, and law,
Stately
honor and reverend awe;
Sign
of a nation, great and strong
To
ward her people from foreign wrong:
Pride
and glory and honor,-all
Live
in the colors to stand or fall.
Hats
off!
Along
the street there comes
A
blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums;
And
loyal hearts are beating high:
Hats
off!
THE
FLAG IS PASSING BY!
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