Memorial ode.[Read before the Grand Army Posts of Boston, Mass., on Memorial Day, May 30, 1881, by Mr. George Riddle.]
I.Oy to the three-hilled city!--for each year
Heals something of the grief this day records;
Each year the plaintive lay
Sounds yet more far away,
And strains of triumph suit memorial words.
The old-time pang becomes a thrill of joy;
Again we turn the page
Of our heroic age,
And read anew the tale of every patriot boy.
A modest courage was their simple wont,
The dauntless youths who grew to manhood here:
Putnam and Savage, Perkins and Revere.
It needs no helmet's gleam,
No armor's glittering beam,