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First Line: Hill, on whose green, eternal crest
Last Line: Mid the old fires of bunker-hill!
Subject(s): American Revolution; Bunker Hill, Battle Of; Patriotism; Soldiers; War

HILL, on whose green, eternal crest,
The lifted granite stands sublime,
Memorial of their honored rest,
The heroes of an elder time;
Our rustic sires,—who from the plough
Came thronging to thy mossy brow,
And met the foeman's sheeted flame,
In arms for Freedom's holy name!

What though no more the breeze of June
Bears freighted, on its summer breath,
The whistling bullet's fiery tune,—
The war-voice, with its note of death,—
Yet be, to-day, thy myriad cheers
Like echoes of thy prouder years,
And through a nation stirring roll
The spirit of thine ancient soul!

And oh, 'mid thoughts of selfish fame,
If freemen's hearts no more are bold,
And, sinking to his country's shame,
The patriot's fire burns low and cold,—
What thought like thine,—a world's renown,—
To bid him snatch a generous crown,
And wake to life the freeman's will
'Mid the old fires of Bunker-hill!

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