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Show A CENTURY ACO. U' childreo, anJ y.-u sball hat Of ib nn'a-iitt rid. oi Iaul Ker, Oq the tgbtmath ef April, iu Tealy-Fi: Usrillj a mm u now alire Who rBHnmU-n ibai Uiuoui day and year. " A berry of hoofs in the Tillage itreet, hape in the moonliglit a balk in the dark. And b-nsaib from luo pebblei, in pafiiug, a Struck out by a uteed that Bi-i feart&9 and fWt: Tual wm all! And yi ihrougb tb lia and the light. The tatif of a nation wai riding that nlRbt: AbJ Oio tpark itruck out Uy the need, ia his fliitli t, Kindlfci tho land into flamo with its beat. It was twelve bv thr YiMaje clock When heeroeU the hrid;o into Modford town. llebwd the cro wlu g of ilie eock. And the biik-iopo! ibo f.rin.r'a dog, And felt tho daojp ol ihe nter fog lh( rues when the aun oe down. It waa one by the tillage clock When tie rode Into Lonngton, be uf th gilded WL-athercock Swim in the moonlight ai he passed. Ani the meeting home wiadowi, blank and Quo t hua with a pectral glare, A if tCey alroaily itool aghast At the bloody work they woald" look upon. ! It waa two bv the village clock v hen he came to the bridge in Concord town. Ho hoard the bleallng of ihe flock. And the twitter of birds aniODg the trees, Aud felt th tnath of tbe morning bree Blowing over tho mead.wa brown. Aod one wai iafe and uleep ia bis bed Who at the bridge would be drat to fall, Who that Ju would be King dead, 1'iercod by a British musket bail. Tou know the rwt. In the books you have How tho BrltUh regulars flred and Bed low the farmer gave tbcm ball for ball, From behind each (cue a and farmyard wall, Cbaiing the red coat down the lane, Iben crosiing the fluids to emerge again L'adcr the ttfci at the turn of ih road, And only pausing to Are and load. So through tho night rode PaulRevare; And so through the night wont hii crjofalarn Toevcry Middlmus village and farm A cry of dsflaoco aud not of fear A voice in the dart tins, a knuck at the door, And a word that r-LaJl ti lio foreTermorel For. borne on tho night wind of tbe Put, Through all our Lutorj, to ihe liut, Iu the hour of darki.ifs at d peril and need, Ttio people will wakoa aud listen to bear, Tho hurrying huuf beat o! that steed. And tho midnight uiMsige of Paul Severe, |