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Snake-like wound its coil of ire. Sacred in its gray respect From the jealousies of sect, "Save it," seemed the thought of all, "Save it, though our roof-trees fall!" Up the tower the young men sprung; One, the bravest, outward swung By the rope, whose kindling strands Smoked beneath the holder's hands, Smiting down with strokes of power Burning fragments from the tower. Then the gazing crowd beneath Broke the painful pause of breath; Brave men cheered from street to street, With home's ashes at their feet; Houseless women kerchiefs waved: "Thank the Lord! St. Michael's saved!" II. In the heart of Boston town Stands the church of old renown, From whose walls the impulse went Which set free a continent; From whose pulpit's oracle Prophecies of freedom fell; And whose steeple-rocking din Rang the nation's birth-day in! Standing at this very hour Perilled like St. Michael's tower, Held not in the clasp of flame, But by mammon's grasping claim. Shall it be of Boston said She is shamed by Marblehead? City of our pride! as there, Hast thou none to do and dare? Life was risked for Michael's shrine; Shall not wealth be staked for thine? Woe to thee, when men shall search Vainly for the Old South Church; When from Neck to Boston Stone, All thy pride of place is gone; When from Bay and railroad car, Stretched before them wide and far, Men shall only see a great Wilderness of brick and slate, Every holy spot o'erlaid By the commonplace of trade! City of our love': to thee Duty is but destiny. True to all thy record saith, Keep with thy traditions faith; Ere occasion's overpast, Hold its flowing forelock fast; Honor still the precedents Of a grand munificence; In thy old historic way Give, as thou didst yesterday At the South-land's call, or on Need's demand from fired St. John. Set thy Church's muffled bell Free the generous deed to tell. Let thy loyal hearts rejoice In the glad, sonorous voice, Ringing from the brazen mouth Of the bell of the Old South,-- Ringing clearly, with a will, "What she was is Boston still!"
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