Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Concord Hymn


By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.

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 today 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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Rookie Ahmad Shiddiqi (3/28/2010 10:03:00 PM)

    Magnificent and simple! ! !
    Pastoral, meditative and heroic words.
    Magical spell to all poets as heroes of freedom.
    Transcendentalism in a complete and wonderful way.
    One of very famous opening poems in the world (first stanza) . (Report) Reply

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