Till in the silence around him he hears 5. Then he climbed to the tower of the church, Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread, To the belfry-chamber overhead, And startled the pigeons from their perch 6. Beneath, in the church-yard, lay the dead And seeming to whisper, "All is well !" Of the place and the hour, the secret dread 7. Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride, 1 On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now gazed on the landscape far and near, 8. And lol as he looks, on the belfry's height, He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, 9. A hurry of hoofs in a village-street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, 10. It was twelve by the village-clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town: He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river-fog, That rises when the sun goes down. 11. It was one by the village-clock, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. 12. It was two by the village-clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. And the twitter of birds among the trees, And one was safe and asleep in his bed 13. You know the rest. In the books you have read 14. So through the night rode Paul Revere; A cry of defiance, and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, LONGFELLOW. 33. MACBRIAR'S SPEECH TO THE SCOTCH INSURGENTS. SET ET up a standard in the land; blow a trumpet upon the mountains; let not the shepherd tarry by his sheepfold, nor the seedsman continue in the ploughed field, but make the watch strong, sharpen the arrows, burnish the shields, name ye the captains of thousands, and captains of hundreds, of fifties, and of tens; call the footmen like the rushing of winds, and cause the horsemen to come up like the sound of many waters; for the passages of the destroyers are stopped, their rods are burned, and the face of their men of battle hath been turned to flight. 2. Heaven has been with you, and has broken the bow of the mighty; then let every man's heart be as the heart of the valiant Maccabeus,-every man's hand as the hand of the mighty Samson,-every man's sword as that of Gideon, which turned not back from the slaughter; for the banner of Reformation is spread abroad in the mountains in its first loveliness, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. 3. Well is he this day that shall barter his house for a helmet, and sell his garment for a sword, and cast in his lot with the children of the Covenant, even to the fulfilling of the promise; and woe, woe unto him, who, for carnal ends and self-seeking, shall withhold himself from the great work; for the curse shall abide with him, even the bitter curse of Meroz, because he came not to the help of the Lord against the mighty. 4. Up, then, and be doing; the blood of martyrs, reeking upon scaffolds, is crying for vengeance; the bones of saints, which lie whitening in the highways, are pleading for retribution; the groans of innocent captives from desolate isles of the sea, and from the dungeons of the tyrant's high place, cry for deliverance; the prayers of persecuted Christians, sheltering themselves in dens and deserts, from the swords of their persecutors, famished with hunger, starving with cold lacking fire food, shelter and clothing, because they serve God rather than man,-all are with you pleading, watching, knocking, storming the gates of Heaven in your behalf. 5. Heaven itself shall fight for you, as the stars in their courses fought against Sisera. Then, whoso will deserve immortal fame in this world, and eternal happiness in that which is to come, let them enter into God's service, and take arles at the hand of the servant,-a blessing, namely, upon him and his household, and his children, to the ninth genera tion, even the blessing of the promise, forever and ever. SCOTT. 34. SPANISH WAR SONG I. ING forth the proud banner of Leon again; FLING Let the watchword, Castile, go resounding through And thou, free Asturias, encamped on the height, Pour down thy dark sons to the vintage of fight; II. The voices are mighty that swell from the past, Their pines murmur song where bright blood hath been shed. Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again, And shout ye, "Castile! to the rescue for Spain !" |