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Sacred to Liberty & the Rights of mankind!!!
The Freedom & Independence of America, Sealed & defended with the blood of her sons. This Monument is erected By the inhabitants of Lexington Under the patronage and at the expense of The Commonwealth of Massachusetts, To the memory of their Fellow Citizens, Ensign ROBERT MUNROE, and Messrs. JONAS PARKER, SAMUEL HADLEY, JONATHAN HARRINGTON, JR., ISAAC MUZZY, CALEB HARRINGTON AND JOHN BROWN, Of Lexington and ASAHEL PORTER of Woburn, Who fell on this field, the first victims to the Sword of British Tyranny and Oppression On the morning of the ever memorable Nineteenth of April, An. Dom. 1775, The Die was cast !!! The Blood of these Martyrs In the cause of their God and their Country Was the Cement of the Union of these States, then Colonies, and gave the spring to the Spirit, Firmness And Resolution of their Fellow Citizens, They rose as one man to Revenge their Brethren’s Blood, and at the Point of the Sword, to Assert And defend their Native Rights, They Nobly dar’d to be Free!! The contest was long, Bloody and Affecting. Righteous Heaven Approved the Solemn Appeal Victory crowned their Arms; and The Peace, Liberty, and Independence of the United States of America was their Glorious Reward. Built in the year 1799. Concord Hymn
(original title - Hymn: Sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument, April 19, 1836) by Ralph Waldo Emerson By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare, To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
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