...street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a $park Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet ;...alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the. tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock...

...the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second Limp in the belfry bumsl A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the...alders that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock...

...pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet ; That was all ! ' And . jet, through the gloom and the light, • The fate of a...the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides ; And under the. aJclerSj that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his...

...light, The fate of a nation was riding that night ;j And the spark struck out by that steed, in his He has left the village and mounted the steep, And...alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock...

...And turned and tightened his saddlegirth ; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves...alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock,...

...That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; Kindled the land into flame with its heat. He has...alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock...

...hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo ! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glunmer, and then a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle,...alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock,...

...; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay, — A line of black that bends and floats...alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock,...

...And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and licet ; That was all ! And yet, through the gloom and the...alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock,...

...bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns I A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the...alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock...