EIGHTY years have passed, and more, Since under the brave old tree Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore They would follow the sign their banners bore, And fight till the land was free. Half of their work was done, Half is left to do, -- Cambridge, and Concord, and Lexington! When the battle is fought and won, What shall be told of you? Hark! -- 't is the south-wind moans, -- Who are the martyrs down? Ah, the marrow was true in your children's bones That sprinkled with blood the cursed stones Of the murder-haunted town! What if the storm-clouds blow? What if the green leaves fall? Better the crashing tempest's throe Than the army of worms that gnawed below; Trample them one and all! Then, when the battle is won, And the land from traitors free, Our children shall tell of the strife begun When Liberty's second April sun Was bright on our brave old tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LINES WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET: LEAVES by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 41. BEATUS QUI INTELLIGIT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SPRING PLOWING by RUTH E. BILLEY |