Concord Hymn

In honor of the anniversary of the Battle of Lexington and Concord, I thought I would post this poem by Emerson which I came across in the Federalist Patriot. We hear very little in the MSM about the Revolution these days; largely, I think, because what our founders fought and died for is anathema to them, and because they don`t want the citizenry to compare conditions under the British with conditions today. We pay higher taxes, accept a greater governmental yoke today, and we, the stupid and bigoted colonials, may begin thinking...



Ralph Waldo Emerson

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, are sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.


Thanks to the Federalist Patriot.