Independence Day

by Unknown

The sermon came to a stop.

For sharp on the turnpike the clatter

Of galloping hoofs resounded,

And the granite ring of the roadway

Louder and louder sounded;

And now no longer the redbreast

Was inclined to be dull that day,

And now no longer the sexton

Slept in his usual way.

But all sprang up on the instant,