By the rude bridge that arched the flood,

Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,

Here once the embattl'd farmers stood,

And fired the shot heard round the world.[599:2]

Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument.

What potent blood hath modest May!

May-Day.

And striving to be man, the worm

Mounts through all the spires of form.

May-Day.