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THE REVOLUTIONARY RISING.

THOS. BUCHANAN READ.

Out of the north the wild news came,
Far flashing on its wings of flame,
Swift as the boreal light which flies
At midnight through the startled skies—

And there was tumult in the air:

The fife’s shrill note, the drum’s loud beat,

And through the wide land everywhere

The answering tread of hurrying feet;

While the first oath of freedom’s gun

Came on the blast from Lexington,

And Concord roused, no longer tame,

Forgot her old baptismal name.

Made bare her patriot arm of power.

And swelled the discord of the hour.

Within its shade of elm and oak

The church of Berkeley Manor stood.

There Sunday found the rural folk,

And some esteemed of gentle blood.

In vain their feet with loitering tread

Passed midst the graves where rank is naught,

All could not read the lessons taught

In that republic of the dead.

How sweet the hour of Sabbath talk.

The vale with peace and sunshine full,

Where all the happy people walk.

Decked in their homespun flax and wool;

Where youth’s gay hats with blossoms bloom,

And every maid with simple art.

Wears on her breast, like her own heart,

A bud whose depths are all perfume;

While every garment's gentle stir

Is breathing rose and lavender.

The pastor came; his snowy locks

Hallowed his brow with thought and care;

And calmly, as shepherds lead their flocks.

He led into the house of prayer.

Then soon he rose: the prayer was strong;
The Psalm was warrior David’s song; The text, a few short words of might—

“The Lord of hosts shall arm the right!”

He spoke of wrongs too long endured,
Of sacred rights to be secured.

Then from his patriot tongue of flame
The startling words for Freedom came.
The stirring sentences he spake
Compelled the heart to glow or quake;
And, rising on the theme’s broad wing.
And grasping in his nervous hand
The imaginary battle-brand.
In face of death he dared to fling
Defiance to a tyrant king.

Even as he spoke, his frame, renewed
In eloquence of attitude,
Rose, as it seemed, a shoulder higher.
Then swept his kindling glance of fire
From startled pew to breathless choir;