Forwards the world with a mighty stride;
For the act was passed ere the midnight stroke
O’er the Quaker City its echoes woke.
“At Tyranny’s feet was the gauntlet flung;
‘We are free!’ all the bells through the colonies rung,
And the sons of the free may recall with pride
The day of Delegate Rodney’s ride.”
“Pretty stirring, isn’t it! I take it that the Continental Congress had moved over to Independence Hall by this time,” said Tom, when the reading was done.
“Yes, they were over here, sitting in the East Room, when they passed the Declaration of Independence.”
An attendant seeing the interested faces of the young people, took them about the room and explained the relics to them.