Star crowned, a white-winged angel came,

To bear aloft the souls of flame

From war’s red winding-sheet!

Hancock and Adams glory won

With yeomen whose best work was done

At Concord and at Lexington,

When first they struck the blow.

Long may their children’s children bear

Upon wide shoulders, fit to wear,

The mantles that fell through the air

One hundred years ago!

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 The Brave at Home.

The Brave at Home.

THE maid who binds her warrior’s sash,

With smile that well her pain dissembles,

The while beneath her drooping lash

One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles,

Though heaven alone records the tear,

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