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THE BATTLE OF LEXINGTON.
O Lexington! that startling sound
Of war breaks o'er thy plain;
And thy brave sons the first are found
On Freedom's altar slain!
While forth the purple life-stream flows,
To mark his April day,
To seek th' Avenger of our woes
Their spirits pass away!
Of war breaks o'er thy plain;
And thy brave sons the first are found
On Freedom's altar slain!
While forth the purple life-stream flows,
To mark his April day,
To seek th' Avenger of our woes
Their spirits pass away!
We hear Affection's piercing cries,—
Her deep, despairing wail,—
As o'er her throbbing, sundered ties
She draws the mourner's veil.
In gory shrouds, to one wide grave,
To slumber side by side,
With haste are borne those soldiers brave,
Just as they fell and died.
Her deep, despairing wail,—
As o'er her throbbing, sundered ties
She draws the mourner's veil.
In gory shrouds, to one wide grave,
To slumber side by side,
With haste are borne those soldiers brave,
Just as they fell and died.
Yet are the sounds of this sad day
A mighty Prophet's word,—
These fearful sights, the dread array
In which he must be heard!
Through battle-storms, and blood like rain,
Our march henceforth must be,
From wrong, oppression, and the chain,
To right, and liberty!
A mighty Prophet's word,—
These fearful sights, the dread array
In which he must be heard!
Through battle-storms, and blood like rain,
Our march henceforth must be,
From wrong, oppression, and the chain,
To right, and liberty!
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