By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze
unfurled,
Here once the embattled
farmers stood,
And fired the shot
heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward
creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft
stream,
We set to-day a votive
stone;
That memory may their deed
redeem,
When, like our sires, our
sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, or leave their children
free,
Bid Time and Nature gently
spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Criticism on "The Concord Hymn"
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