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That sent this gracious message down;

“ Wishing our gratitude to prove,

Anri the country and General Court to move
r the infant College beset with fears,

(Its loss an omen of ill would be!)

We promise to pay it, for seven years,

Sixty pounds sterling, an annual sum,

Trusting that fuller aid will come,”—

And the Court and the country heard their plea,

And the sapling grew to the wide-bowed tree.

And when a century had lied,

And the- war for freedom thrilled with dread
Yet welcome summons every home,—

By the fire-lit hearth, ’neath the starry dome,

They vowed that never their love should wane
For the holy cause they burned to gain,

Till right should rule, and the strife be done!

List to the generous deed of one:

In the Revolution’s darkest days
The Legislature at Exeter met;

Money and men they fain would raise,

And despair on every face was set
As news of the army’s need was read;

Then, in the hush, John Langdon said:

“ Three thousand dollars have I in gold;

For as much I will pledge the plate I hold;

Eighty casks of Tobago rum;

All is the country’s. The time will come,

If we conquer, when amply the debt she’ll pay;

If we fail, our property’s worthless.” A ray
Of hope cheered the gloom, while the Governor said:

“ For a regiment now, with Stark at its head!”

And the boon we gained through the noble lender
Was the Bennington Day and Burgoyne’s Surrender!”

Conflict over and weary quest,

Hid in their hallowed graves they rest;

Nor the voice of love, nor the cannon’s roar
Wins them to field or fireside more!

Did the glory go from the hills with them?

Nay I for the sons are true to the sires!

And the gems they have set in our diadem
Burn with as rare and brilliant fires;

And the woodland streams and the mountain airs
Sing of the father’s fame with theirs!

One, in the shadow of lone Kearsarge
Nurtured for power, like the fabled charge
Of the Gods, by Pelion’s woody marge;—