The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1875-04-19

BIZ HENRY wADswoRTH LoSoFELLow.
kAsten, my children, and you snan hear
Or the midnight ride OF Paul Revere
on the eighteenth oil April, in Seventy-nvs;
hardly man is now alive
who remembers that famous day ana year.
He said TO his friend. III the British march
BY land sea from the town tonight
Hang lantern aloft In the bery arch
or the North Cnurcn tower. as a signal light
One, II by land. and two, II Dy sea;
And | on the opposite shore will be
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every MIddlesex village and farm,
For the country-iolS 10 be up and arm.n
Then ne said. Good nightw and with mun1od oar
Silently rowed TO the Charlestown shore.
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where, swinging wide at her moorings, lay
The Somerset. British man-of-war;
A phantom snip. VITA eacn mast and spar
Across the moon ike a prison bar,
And huge black nulk, that was magni1ed
BY It's own reelection IN the tide
eanwnile, hts friend. through alley and street.
wanders ana watches win eager ears
TIL in the silence around he hears
Tic muster Of mcu at tue oarrack door,
The sound Of arms ana tac tramp OF ieet
And the measured tread OF the grenadierS
Marching down TO taeir boat on the shore.
Then he cllmoed the tower OF the Old North Church
BY the woooen stairs. with stealtny tread,
10 the Delry chamber overhead
And startled the pigeons from their perch.
on the somDre raiters, that round him maze
Masses and moving shapes Of shade
BY the trembling ladder steep and tall
To the highest window in the wall,
Where ne paused 70 listen and look down
moment on the roofs OF the town,
AND the moonlight flowing over all.
Beneath, In the churcnyard, lay the dead
10 their night encampment on the nnL
Wrapped in silence so deep and stin
That he could hear, ike the sentInel's tread
The watchru night wind, as 1t went
creeping along IRON tent 10 tent
And seeming 10 Whisper. "Al Is weln
momedt only he feels the spell
Olthe place and the hour and the secret dread
o. the lonely bery and the aead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bens
on a snadowy something lar away,
Where the river wldens TO meet the bay
A line OF black that bends and floats
on the rising tide ike a bridge OF boats
Meanwhile, impatient 10 mount ana ride.
Booted and spurred, win a heavy stride
on the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted MS horses side.
Now ne gazcd at the landscape FAR ana near
Then, impctg0us, Stamped the eartn,
And La6aet ana tigniened his horses girtn;
Tut mostly ne watched with eager search
INC oclify tower Of the O.d North Church,
As 1t rose above the graves on the hll
Lonely and spectral and sombre ana stin
And 10 as he looks, on the belry's height
glimmer and then CLEAN 81 light
lie springs to the saddle. the bride he turns
But fingers ana gazes, It'll lu on his sight
A second lamp IN the belfry burns.
hurrg OF noJi- IN . village street,
shape IN the moonlight bulk IN the dark
And beneath from the pebbles. 10 passing, o spark
Struck out Dv a steed 1ying fearless and neet:
That was ant And yet, through the gloom ana
the light,
The fate OF a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out BY tnat steed In his
Night
Klndied the land into dame sitn - heat