Concord Hymn

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 and the conquered;
Alike the shattered works of hope
And the stern forms of pride.
Here, where our fathers' blood did stain
The field of freedom, lay the dead,
But their unconquered spirits dare
To rise anew.
And the bold eagle's scream
The mighty river's roar,
Shall sing their praise forevermore.