A Bird Sang

A bird sang in Boston,
And I heard.
As trains fell from the tree tops,
My heart was stirred.

Because it sang above the hallowed graves,
Of those asleep.
Because of what they did to make us free,
We now a vigil keep.

And in the rush of air,
Amid the country-side.
A phantom horde of red-coats stir,
Where since the blood has dried.

And as the boom of cannon rises to my ear,
I hear...down through the years.
What others long have heard,
When a bird sang...over Boston.


E.P. 1908 - 1989