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A Song For Lexington

( Originally Published 1927 )



BY ROBERT KELLEY WEEKS

THE spring came earlier on
Than usual that year;
The shadiest snow was gone,
The slowest brook was clear,
And warming in the sun
Shy flowers began to peer.

'Twas more like middle May,
The earth so seemed to thrive,
That Nineteenth April day
Of Seventeen Seventy-Five; Winter was well away,
New England was alive !

Alive and sternly glad !
Her doubts were with the snow ;
Her courage, long forbade,
Ran full to overflow ;
And every hope she had
Began to bud and grow.

She rose betimes that morn,
For there was work to do ;
A planting, not of corn,
Of what she hardly knew,
Blessings for men unborn;
And well she did it, too !

With open hand she stood,
And sowed for all the years,
And watered it with blood,
And watered it with tears,
The seed of quickening food
For both the hemispheres.

This was the planting done
That April morn of fame; Honor to every one
To that seed-field that came!
Honor to Lexington,
Our first immortal name !



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