The Patriot's Birthplace
ESSEX, MASSACHUSETTS .Silent , breezy afternoons,
Silent, dull November eves,
Creaking gate and rusty hinge,
Voices of dead leaves.
Summer brings the tansy now,
Flaunting round the ancient well;
Farther stretches web and waste.
Time's decaying spell.
Wide across the continent
Speaks the patriot's deathless word;
Blossoms on the rocky hills,
In the vales is heard.
" I will give the Morning Star
To him, the Lord saith, who shall keep
My work unfailing to the end,
Nor ever slothful sleep. "
Then let winter tempests rage,
And the careless hand of spring
Scatter weeds where'er she goes, —
And autumn ruin bring!
Built up of our larger hope,
Of equal laws and equal right,
His home shall only oceans bind,
Nor ages quench his light.English
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