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First Line: East of the rumble of broadway
Last Line: On top of golden hill.
Subject(s): New York City - Revolutionary Period


Where, in 1770, Was Shed the First Blood of the Revolution

East of the rumble of Broadway,
Among those streets where yesterday
Is clean forgotten in the fray
Of money and of trade,
East from the ivy-shrouded walls
Of gentlemanly old St. Paul's,
My quiet way I made.

And here, where Nassau touches Ann,
Through all the noisy caravan
Of this and other years,
It seems from far there tingling comes
The march of men—the roll of drums—
A bugle in my ears.

A century and a half ago
(Where now the cursing draymen go),
Its call thrilled out "Beware!"
Then Liberty was something new—
King George had not yet brewed his brew
Nor redcoats drunk their share.

Again that bugle-note is thrilling,
Though ears be deaf and hearts unwilling—
It sings as loudly still
As when they melted leaden kings
Into all sorts of useful things
On top of Golden Hill.





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