  With one impulse the colonies sprung to arms; with one spirit they pledged themselves to each other, “to be ready for the extreme event.” With one heart the continent cried, “Liberty or Death!” Bancroft. SLOWLY the mist o’er the meadow was creeping, On the smooth green, where the fresh leaf is springing, Calmly the first-born of glory have met, Hark! the death-volley around them is ringing! Look! with their lifeblood the young grass is wet! Faint is the feeble breath, Murmuring low in death,— “Tell to our sons how their fathers have died; Raised for its native land, Lies by the weapon that gleams at its side. Over the hillsides the wild knell is tolling, From their far hamlets the yeomanry come; As through the storm-clouds the thunderburst rolling Circles the beat of the mustering drum. Fast on the soldier’s path Darken the waves of wrath, Long have they gathered and loud shall they fall; Red glares the muskets’ flash, Sharp rings the rifles’ crash Blazing and clanging from thicket and wall. Gayly the plume of the horseman was dancing, Never to shadow his cold brow again; Proudly at morning the war steed was prancing, Reeking and panting he droops on the rein; Pale is the lip of scorn, Voiceless the trumpet horn, Torn is the silken-fringed red cross on high; Many a belted breast Low on the turf shall rest, Ere the dark hunters the herd have passed by. Snow-girdled crags where the hoarse wind is raving, Rocks where the weary floods murmur and wail, Wilds where the fern by the furrow is waving, Far as the tempest thrills Over the darkened hills Far as the sunshine streams over the plain, Roused by the tyrant band, Woke all the mighty land, Girded for battle, from mountain to main. Green be the graves where her martyrs are lying! Shroudless and tombless they sank to their rest, While o’er their ashes the starry fold flying Wraps the proud eagle they roused from his nest! Borne on her Northern pine, Long o’er the foaming brine, Spread her broad banner to storm and to sun; Heaven keep her ever free, Wide as o’er land and sea, Floats the fair emblem her heroes have won! O. W. Holmes. The Battle of Bunker Hill. The Battle of Bunker Hill.
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