Bisbee daily review., 1908-07-05

of Independence would be adopted and con Armed by fhe signatures of the delegates in the nounce the event by ringing the old State House bell, which bore the inscription. Phoclaia hbcriy 10 te land; 10 s tnhabtAnts hhereofi" and the ola bellnan posted his grandson at the door of the hall tc await the instruction of the doorkeeper when to ring. At the word that the doca- ment had been signed the little patriot scion rushed out and hinging up his hands shouted.
 'Rasi RinEi RIHGi"
 There was a tumult in the city,
 In the quaint old Quaker town,
 And the streets were rife with people
 Pacing restless up and down;
 People gathering at corners,
 Where they whispered each to each, And the sweat stood on their temples,
 With the earnestness of speech.
 As the bleak Atlantic currents
 Lash the wild Newfoundland shore,
 So they beat against the State House, So they surged against the door;
 And the mingling of their voices
 Made harmony profound,
 Till the quiet street of chestnuts Was all turbulent with sound.
 "will they do it7" "Dare they do its"-
 'Who is speakinga-"What's the newsS" "What of Adams?"L"What of Sherman?"- "OhI God grant they won't refuseF'
 Make some way there !"-''Let me neaIerl r
 q am stifing P'-"Stife, then, | When Nations life's at hazard We've no time to think of menP' l So they beat against the portal, Men and women, maid and child; | And the July sun in hea,
 On the scene looked dc ,r and smiled ; q, Shed his patriot blood in vain 1 Now beheld the soul in freedom All unconquered, rise again.
 So they suTged against the State House, While, all solernnly inside, 1 Sat the "Continental Congress" 1 Truth and reason for their guide, | Ger simple scroll debating ] Which, though simple it might be- ! Yet should shake the cliffs of England l With the thunders of the free. ! At the portal of the State House, Like some beacon in storm, ] Round which waves are wildly beating, I Stood boyish, slender form; | With his eyes fixed on the steeple 1 And his ears agape with greed 1 To catch the first announcement
 ofthe signing" of the deed
 Aloft, in that high steePle, | Sat the bellman, old and gray { He was weary of the tyrant 1 And his iron-scepteTed sway, ] So he sat, with one hand ready On the clapPer of the bell, 1 When his eye should catch the signal, The happy news to tell.
 See see! The dense crowd quivers Through all its lengthy line,
 As the boy beside the portal ! Looks forth to give the signl With his small hands upward lifted, Freezes daIlying with his hair, 1 HaTkl with deep, clear intonation, Breaks his young voice on the air.
 Flushed the peoples swelling murmur, ! List the boys strong, joyous cryl
 ~Rine,' he shouted, 'Ra1q! Grardpxl R6ne! Of! Rfng! for Liberty!'' And straightway, at the signal, 1 The old beliman lifts his hand, ! And sends the good news making i Iron music through the land.
 How they shouted! what rejoicingi 1 How the old bell shook the air, ! Til the clang of freedom ruffied
 The calm gliding Delawarei l How the bonflreS and the torches 1 nlumined the nights repose, And from the flames, like Phoenix, ! Fair Liberty arose. ]. The old 5eii now is silent, l And hushed its iron tongue, l But the spirit it awakened Still lives-foTeveT young,
 And while we greet the sunlight l On the Fourth of each July, l Wen ne'er forget the bellman, l Who, 'twixt the earth and sky,
 Rung out OUR INDEPENDENcE;
 Which, please God, shall 1eVer die.