{"id":337,"date":"2010-04-19T14:56:00","date_gmt":"2010-04-19T14:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/genealogybank.com\/?p=337"},"modified":"2021-04-20T14:05:05","modified_gmt":"2021-04-20T18:05:05","slug":"listen-my-children-and-you-shall-hear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.genealogybank.com\/blog\/listen-my-children-and-you-shall-hear.html","title":{"rendered":"Listen my children and you shall hear&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;\"><strong>&#8220;Bloody News &#8211; This town has been in a Continental Alarm since Mid-day &#8230;.. the attack began at Lexington (about 12 miles from Boston) by the regular troops, the 18th Infantry before sunrise&#8230;From thence they proceeded to Concord where they made a general attack&#8230;&#8221;<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;\"><strong><\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;\"><strong>Stirring news &#8211; as gripping as a bulletin on TV. <\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;\"><strong><\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;\"><strong>Thanks to <\/strong><\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/www.genealogybank.com\/gbnk\/\"><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;\"><strong>GenealogyBank<\/strong><\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;\"><strong> we can read the same newspapers our ancestors read and feel the impact of the news as they lived it. No other site has the depth of coverage found on <\/strong><\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/www.genealogybank.com\/gbnk\/\"><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;\"><strong>GenealogyBank<\/strong><\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:130%;\">. Sign-up now.<\/span> <\/strong><\/span><br \/><span class=\"removed_link\" title=\"http:\/\/www.scribd.com\/doc\/14459587\/April-19-1775-Attack-on-Lexington-Concord\">April 19, 1775 &#8211; Attack on Lexington &amp; Concord<\/span><object style=\"OUTLINE-STYLE: none; OUTLINE-COLOR: invert; OUTLINE-WIDTH: medium\" id=\"doc_293055996260220\" name=\"doc_293055996260220\" data=\"http:\/\/d1.scribdassets.com\/ScribdViewer.swf\" width=\"100%\" height=\"600\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\"><br \/><\/object><br \/><span style=\"font-family:trebuchet ms;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:180%;\">The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:130%;\">by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Listen my children and you shall hear<br \/>Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,<br \/>On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;<br \/>Hardly a man is now alive<br \/>Who remembers that famous day and year.<\/p>\n<p>He said to his friend, &#8220;If the British march<br \/>By land or sea from the town to-night,<br \/>Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch<br \/>Of the North Church tower as a signal light,<br \/>One if by land, and two if by sea;<br \/>And I on the opposite shore will be,<br \/>Ready to ride and spread the alarm<br \/>Through every Middlesex village and farm,<br \/>For the country folk to be up and to arm.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then he said &#8220;Good-night!&#8221; and with muffled oar<br \/>Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,<br \/>Just as the moon rose over the bay,<br \/>Where swinging wide at her moorings lay<br \/>The Somerset, British man-of-war;<br \/>A phantom ship, with each mast and spar<br \/>Across the moon like a prison bar,<br \/>And a huge black hulk, that was magnified<br \/>By its own reflection in the tide.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street<br \/>Wanders and watches, with eager ears,<br \/>Till in the silence around him he hears<br \/>The muster of men at the barrack door,<br \/>The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,<br \/>And the measured tread of the grenadiers,<br \/>Marching down to their boats on the shore.<\/p>\n<p>Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,<br \/>By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,<br \/>To the belfry chamber overhead,<br \/>And startled the pigeons from their perch<br \/>On the somber rafters, that round him made<br \/>Masses and moving shapes of shade,&#8211;<br \/>By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,<br \/>To the highest window in the wall,<br \/>Where he paused to listen and look down<br \/>A moment on the roofs of the town<br \/>And the moonlight flowing over all.<\/p>\n<p>Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,<br \/>In their night encampment on the hill,<br \/>Wrapped in silence so deep and still<br \/>That he could hear, like a sentinel&#8217;s tread,<br \/>The watchful night-wind, as it went<br \/>Creeping along from tent to tent,<br \/>And seeming to whisper, &#8220;All is well!&#8221;<br \/>A moment only he feels the spell<br \/>Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread<br \/>Of the lonely belfry and the dead;<br \/>For suddenly all his thoughts are bent<br \/>On a shadowy something far away,<br \/>Where the river widens to meet the bay,&#8211;<br \/>A line of black that bends and floats<br \/>On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,<br \/>Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride<br \/>On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.<br \/>Now he patted his horse&#8217;s side,<br \/>Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,<br \/>Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,<br \/>And turned and tightened his saddle girth;<br \/>But mostly he watched with eager search<br \/>The belfry tower of the Old North Church,<br \/>As it rose above the graves on the hill,<br \/>Lonely and spectral and somber and still.<br \/>And lo! as he looks, on the belfry&#8217;s height<br \/>A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!<br \/>He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,<br \/>But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight<br \/>A second lamp in the belfry burns.<\/p>\n<p>A hurry of hoofs in a village street,<br \/>A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,<br \/>And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark<br \/>Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;<br \/>That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,<br \/>The fate of a nation was riding that night;<br \/>And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,<br \/>Kindled the land into flame with its heat.<br \/>He has left the village and mounted the steep,<br \/>And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,<br \/>Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;<br \/>And under the alders that skirt its edge,<br \/>Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,<br \/>Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.<\/p>\n<p>It was twelve by the village clock<br \/>When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.<br \/>He heard the crowing of the cock,<br \/>And the barking of the farmer&#8217;s dog,<br \/>And felt the damp of the river fog,<br \/>That rises after the sun goes down.<\/p>\n<p>It was one by the village clock,<br \/>When he galloped into Lexington.<br \/>He saw the gilded weathercock<br \/>Swim in the moonlight as he passed,<br \/>And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,<br \/>Gaze at him with a spectral glare,<br \/>As if they already stood aghast<br \/>At the bloody work they would look upon.<\/p>\n<p>It was two by the village clock,<br \/>When he came to the bridge in Concord town.<br \/>He heard the bleating of the flock,<br \/>And the twitter of birds among the trees,<br \/>And felt the breath of the morning breeze<br \/>Blowing over the meadow brown.<br \/>And one was safe and asleep in his bed<br \/>Who at the bridge would be first to fall,<br \/>Who that day would be lying dead,<br \/>Pierced by a British musket ball.<\/p>\n<p>You know the rest. In the books you have read<br \/>How the British Regulars fired and fled,<br \/>How the farmers gave them ball for ball,<br \/>From behind each fence and farmyard wall,<br \/>Chasing the redcoats down the lane,<br \/>Then crossing the fields to emerge again<br \/>Under the trees at the turn of the road,<br \/>And only pausing to fire and load.<\/p>\n<p>So through the night rode Paul Revere;<br \/>And so through the night went his cry of alarm<br \/>To every Middlesex village and farm,<br \/>A cry of defiance, and not of fear,<br \/>A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,<br \/>And a word that shall echo for evermore!<br \/>For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,<br \/>Through all our history, to the last,<br \/>In the hour of darkness and peril and need,<br \/>The people will waken and listen to hear<br \/>The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,<br \/>And the midnight message of Paul Revere<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Bloody News &#8211; This town has been in a Continental Alarm since Mid-day &#8230;.. the attack began at Lexington (about 12 miles from Boston) by the regular troops, the 18th Infantry before sunrise&#8230;From thence they proceeded to Concord where they made a general attack&#8230;&#8221;Stirring news &#8211; as gripping as a bulletin on TV. 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