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Paul Revere’s Ride |
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On the night of April 18 in 1775, a lantern appeared in the tower of the Old North Church, and across Boston’s harbor a forty-year-old silversmith mounted his horse and spurred up the road. "The British are coming!" he cried through one town after another. Behind him, candles were lit, and soon doors opened, emitting silhouettes with long-barreled muskets into the night. In a few hours it would begin. And future generations would memorize Longfellow’s immortal poem:
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
From "The Glory of America" by Peter Marshall & David Manuel, 1991
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