This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony.
Well, Happy Fourth of July, all! Hope it's fun, wherever you are and whatever you may be doing. Two quotations and a poem today, ooh...I need a website to host pics on, I have some great pictures of kids with sparklers from a party last night that I would've added to this bounty of...stuff. :)
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument, 4 July 1837
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 silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, or leave their childern free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.