Paul Revere's Ride

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See app for details. This is Lee Habib and this is Our American Stories, the show where America is the star and the American people. Up next, a history story and a literature story. Paul Revere's Ride is a poem by the American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and it commemorates the actions of American patriot Paul Revere on April 18, 1775. Longfellow was inspired to write the poem after visiting the Old North Church in Boston and climbing its tower on April 5, 1860.

He wrote the poem the next day, and it was published in 1861. Here is a reading of that poem. Listen, my children, and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere on the 18th of April in 75.

Hardly a man is now alive who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, if the British march by land or sea from the town tonight, hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch of the North Church tower as a signal light, one if by land and two if by sea, and I on the opposite shore will be ready to ride and spread the alarm through every Middlesex village and farm for the country folk to be up and to arm. Then he said, good night, and with muffled oars silently rode to the Charlestown shore, just as the moon rose over the bay where swinging wide at her moorings lay the Somerset, British man o' war, a phantom ship with each mast and spar across the moon like a prison bar and a huge black hulk that was magnified by its own reflection in the tide. Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street wanders and watches with eager ears till in the silence around him he hears the muster of men at the barrack door, the sound of arms and the tramp of feet and the measured tread of the grenadiers marching down to their boats on the shore. Then he climbed the tower of the old North Church by the wooden stairs with stealthy tread to the belfry chamber overhead and startled the pigeons from their perch on the sombre rafters that round him made masses and moving shapes of shade by the trembling ladder steep and tall to the highest window in the wall where he paused to listen and looked down a moment on the roofs of the town and the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath in the churchyard lay the dead and their night encampment on the hill wrapped in silence so deep and still that he could hear like a sentinel's tread the watchful night wind as it went creeping along from tent to tent and seeming to whisper all is well. A moment only he feels the spell of the place and the hour and the secret dread of the lonely belfry and the dead 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 on the rising tide like a bridge of boats. Meanwhile impatient to mount and ride booted and spurred with a heavy stride on the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he padded his horse's side now gazed at the landscape far and near then impetuous stamped the earth and turned and tightened his saddle girth but mostly he watched with eager search the belfry tower of the old north church as it rose above the graves on the hill lonely and spectral and somber and still and low as he looks on the belfry's height a glimmer and then a gleam of light he springs to the saddle the bridle he turns but lingers and gazes till full on his sight a second lamp in the belfry burns a hurry of hoofs in a village street a shape in the moonlight a bulk in the dark and beneath from the pebbles and passing a spark struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet that was all and yet through the gloom and the light the fate of a nation was riding that night and the spark struck out by that steed in his flight kindled the land into flame with its heat he has left the village and mounted the steep and beneath him tranquil and broad and deep is the mystic meeting the ocean tides and under the altars 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 12 by the village clock when he crossed the bridge into medford town he heard the crowing of the cock and the barking of the farmer's dog and felt the damp of the river fog that rises after the sun goes down it was one by the village clock when he galloped into lexington he saw the gilded weathercock swim in the moonlight as he passed and the meetinghouse windows blank and bare gaze at him with a spectral glare as if they already stood aghast at the bloody work they would look upon it was two by the village clock when he came to the bridge in concord town he heard the bleating of the flock and the twitter of birds among the trees and felt the breath of the morning breeze blowing over the meadows brown and one was safe and asleep in his bed who at the bridge would be first to fall who that day would be lying dead pierced by a british musket ball you know the rest in the books you have read how the british regulars fired and fled how the farmers gave them ball for ball from behind each fence and farmyard wall chasing the redcoats down the lane then crossing the fields to emerge again under the trees at the turn of the road and only pausing to fire and load so through the night road paul revere and so through the night went his cry of alarm to every middle sex village and farm a cry of defiance and not of fear a voice in the darkness a knock at the door and a word that shall echo forevermore for born on the night wind of the past through all our history to the last in the hour of darkness and peril and need the people will waken and listen to hear the hurrying hoop beats of that steed and the midnight message of paul revere and what a reading and what a story folks this is our american stories this is lee habib host of our american stories every day we set out to tell the stories of americans past and present from small towns to big cities and from all walks of life doing extraordinary things but we truly can't do this show without you our shows are free to listen to but they're not free to make if you love what you hear go to our american stories dot com and make a donation to keep the stories coming that's our american stories dot com small business saturday is november 25th so let's go shop small with american express because everything you want is in the neighborhood your new style is in the neighborhood let's try this on the ingredients are in the neighborhood a special gift definitely in the neighborhood november 25th is small business saturday and it's all in the neighborhood let's go shop small with the powerful backing of american express is the season of making the perfect wish list and the perfect playlist with bows quiet comfort ultra earbuds and headphones breakthrough immersive audio uses specialized sound to bring your fave holiday classics to life and world-class noise cancellation ensures a not so typical silent night and an epic holiday party of one it's everything music should make you feel taken to new holiday highs visit bows.com forward slash iheart this holiday season and shop sound that's more than just a present attention shoppers blendjet's black friday sale is on and it's our biggest sale ever stock up for the holidays because the more blendjets you buy the more you save with over 50 colors and patterns to choose from there's a blendjet that's perfect for everyone on your list skip them all madness we've got you covered with fast free shipping what are you waiting for go to blendjet.com and take advantage of our epic black friday sale that's blendjet.com