The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-03-12
The Landmarks.

Up, he made about forty five years ago.
81 . The Landmarks.
Through the streets of Marblehead
Fast the red-winged terror sped:
Blasting, withel ing, on it came
With its hundred tongues OF fame,
Where st. Michael's on it's way
Stood like chained ArdrOmeda, ---
Waiting on the rock, like her,
Swift doom or deliverer!-
Church that, after sea moss grew
Over walls 10 longer new,
Counted generations five,
-Four entOmbed and one alive;
Heard the martial thousand tread
Battleward from Marblehead:
Saw within the rock walled bay
Treville's lilied pennons play,
And the fishers dory met
BY the barge of Lafayette
Telling good news in advance
vi the coming fleet Of France!-
Church to reverend memories dear,
Quaint in desk and chandelier;
Bell, whose ccntury-rusted tongue
Burials tolled and bridals rung;
Loft, whose tiny organ kept
Keys that Snetzer's hand had swept;
Altar, DER whose tablet old
Sinai's law its thunders rolled!
Suddenly the sharp cry came:
Look! st. Michael's is flame!m
Round the low tower wall the fire
Snake like wound its col! of ire.
Sacred in it gray respect
From the jealou=ies Of sect,
"Save it." seemed the thought of all,
"Save it, through our roof-trees fall"
Up the tower the young men sprung;
One, the bravest, outward swung
By the rope, whose kindling strands
Smoked ben cath the holders hands,
Shifting down with strokes of power
Burning fragments from the tower.
Then the gazing crowd beneath
Broke the painful pause OF breath;
Brave men CLEARED from street to street,
With homes ashes at their feet;
Houseless WON N kerchiefs waved:
''Thank the Lord! st. Michaeps savedr
In the heart of Boston town
Stands the church Of old renown,
From whose walls the impulse went
Which set free a continent;
From whose pu!pit's oracle
Prophecies of freedom fell;
And whose steeple-rock;ng din
Rang the nations birthda; in?
Standing at this very hour
Periled like St. Michael's tower,
Held not in the clasp Of flame,
Bat by mammon's graspiug claim
Shall it be of Boston said
She Is shaned by Marblehead?
City of our pride! as there,
Life was risked for Michael's shrine:
Shall not wealth be staked for thines
Woe to thee, when men shall search
Vaiply for the Old South Church;
When from Neck to Boston Stone,
All thy pride OF place is gone;
When from Bay and railroad car,
Stretched before them wide and far,
Men shall only see great
Wilderness of brick and slate,
Every holy spot o'erlaid
By the commonplace of trade
City of our love! to thee
Duty is but destiny.
True to all thy record saith,
Keep with thy traditions faith:
Ere occasions overDasr,
Hold its flowing forelock fast.
Honor still the precedents,
OF a grand munificence;
In thy old historic way
Give, as thou didst yesterday
At the South-land's call, or on
Needs demand from fired St. John.
Set thy Church's muffled bell
Free the generous deed to tell
Let thv loyal hearts rejoice
In the glad, sonorous voice,
Ringing from the brazen mouth
OF the bell of the Old South
Ringing clearly, with will,
What she was is Boston still.
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.
Atlantic Monthly.
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