Till the quiet street of Chestnut

Was all turbulent with sound.

“Will they do it?” “Dare they do it?”

“Who is speaking?” “What’s the news?”

“What of Adams?” “What of Sherman?”

“Oh, God grant they won’t refuse!”

“Make some way, there!” “Let me nearer!”

“I am stifling!” “Stifle, then!

When a nation’s life’s at hazard,

We’ve no time to think of men!”