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, our 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MEAPLE LEAVES BE YOLLOW by WILLIAM BARNES THIS IS THE END by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE WHEN TWILIGHT COMES WITH DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |