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For The Fair In Aid Of The Fund To Procure Ball's Statue Of Washington

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

1630     All overgrown with bush and fern,     And straggling clumps of tangled trees,     With trunks that lean and boughs that turn,     Bent eastward by the mastering breeze, -     With spongy bogs that drip and fill     A yellow pond with muddy rain,     Beneath the shaggy southern hill     Lies wet and low the Shawinut plain.     And hark! the trodden branches crack;     A crow flaps off with startled scream;     A straying woodchuck canters back;     A bittern rises from the stream;     Leaps from his lair a frightened deer;     An otter plunges in the pool; -     Here comes old Shawmut's pioneer,     The parson on his brindled bull! 1774     The streets are thronged with trampling feet,     The northern hill is ridged with graves,     But night and morn the drum is beat     To frighten down the "rebel knaves."     The stones of King Street still are red,     And yet the bloody red-coats come     I hear their pacing sentry's tread,     The click of steel, the tap of drum,     And over all the open green,     Where grazed of late the harmless kine,     The cannon's deepening ruts are seen,     The war-horse stamps, the bayonets shine.     The clouds are dark with crimson rain     Above the murderous hirelings' den,     And soon their whistling showers shall stain     The pipe-clayed belts of Gage's men. 186-     Around the green, in morning light,     The spired and palaced summits blaze,     And, sunlike, from her Beacon-height     The dome-crowned city spreads her rays;     They span the waves, they belt the plains,     They skirt the roads with bands of white,     Till with a flash of gilded panes     Yon farthest hillside bounds the sight.     Peace, Freedom, Wealth! no fairer view,     Though with the wild-bird's restless wings     We sailed beneath the noontide's blue     Or chased the moonlight's endless rings!     Here, fitly raised by grateful hands     His holiest memory to recall,     The Hero's, Patriot's image stands;     He led our sires who won them all!     November 14, 1859.

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About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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