THE spring came earlier on Than usual that year; The shadiest snow was gone, The slowest brook was clear, And warming in the sun Shy flowers began to peer. 'T was more like middle May, The earth so seemed to thrive, That Nineteenth April day Of Seventeen Seventy-Five; Winter was well a away, New England was alive! Alive and sternly glad! Her doubts were with the snow; Her courage, long forbade, Ran full to overflow; And every hope she had Began to bud and grow. She rose betimes that morn, For there was work to do; A planting, not of corn, Of what she hardly knew, -- Blessings for men unborn; And well she did it too! With open hand she stood, And sowed for all the years, And watered it with blood, And watered it with tears, The seed of quickening food For both the hemispheres. This was the planting done That April morn of fame; Honor to every one To that seed-field that came! Honor to Lexington, Our first immortal name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |