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The Battle of Lexington by Sidney Lanier

The Battle of Lexington
 by Sidney Lanier

Then haste ye, Prescott and Revere! 
Bring all the men of Lincoln here; 
Let Chelmsford, Littleton, Carlisle, 
Let Acton, Bedford, hither file 
Oh, hither file, and plainly see 
Out of a wound leap Liberty. 

Say, Woodman April! all in green, 
Say, Robin April! hast thou seen 
In all thy travel round the earth 
Ever a morn of calmer birth? 
But Morning's eye alone serene 
Can gaze across yon village-green 
To where the trooping British run 
Through Lexington. 
Good men in fustian, stand ye still; 
The men in red come o'er the hill, 
Lay down your arms, damned rebels! cry 
The men in red full haughtily. 
But never a grounding gun is heard; 
The men in fustian stand unstirred; 
Dead calm, save maybe a wise bluebird 
Puts in his little heavenly word. 
O men in red! if ye but knew 
The half as much as bluebirds do, 
Now in this little tender calm 
Each hand would out, and every palm 
With patriot palm strike brotherhood's stroke 
Or ere these lines of battle broke. 

O men in red! if ye but knew 
The least of all that bluebirds do, 
Now in this little godly calm 
Yon voice might sing the Future's Psalm 
The Psalm of Love with the brotherly eyes 
Who pardons and is very wise 
Yon voice that shouts, high-hoarse with ire, 
Fire! 

The red-coats fire, the homespuns fall: 
The homespuns' anxious voices call, 
Brother, art hurt? and Where hit, John? 
And, Wipe this blood, and Men, come on, 
And Neighbor, do but lift my head, 
And Who is wounded? Who is dead? 
Seven are killed. My God! my God! 
Seven lie dead on the village sod. 
Two Harringtons, Parker, Hadley, Brown, 
Monroe and Porter, these are down. 
Nay, look! stout Harrington not yet dead. 
He crooks his elbow, lifts his head. 
He lies at the step of his own house-door; 
He crawls and makes a path of gore. 
The wife from the window hath seen, and rushed; 
He hath reached the step, but the blood hath gushed; 
He hath crawled to the step of his own house-door, 
But his head hath dropped: he will crawl no more. 
Clasp Wife, and kiss, and lift the head, 
Harrington lies at his doorstep dead. 

But, O ye Six that round him lay 
And bloodied up that April day! 
As Harrington fell, ye likewise fell 
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell; 
As Harrington came, ye likewise came 
And died at the door of your House of Fame.

The Battle of Lexington
  by Sidney Lanier


The Battle of Lexington poem by Sidney Lanier
 

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