‘Or the Congress fails and the cause is dead:
Give us both and the King shall not work his will.
We are men, since the blood of Bunker Hill!’
“Comes a rider swift on a panting bay:
‘Ho, Rodney, ho, you must save the day,
For the Congress halts at a deed so great,
And your vote alone may decide its fate.’
“Answered Rodney then: ‘I will ride with speed;
It is Liberty’s stress; it is Freedom’s need.
When stands it?’ ‘To-night. Not a moment to spare,