Concord Hymn

Ythe rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood Andfired the shot heard round the world. О САРТAIN! MY CAPTAIN 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, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.