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‘ [166] State officers slept, after the moon had gone down, in the darkest hour before daybreak, the accused was taken out of our jurisdiction by the armed police of the city of Boston.’

the moon has set: while yet the dawn
     Breaks cold and gray,
Between the midnight and the morn
     Bear off your prey!

On, swift and still! the conscious street
     Is panged and stirred;
Tread light! that fall of serried feet
     The dead have heard!

The first drawn blood of Freedom's veins
     Gushed where ye tread;
Lo! through the dusk the martyr-stains
     Blush darkly red!

Beneath the slowly waning stars
     And whitening day,
What stern and awful presence bars
     That sacred way?

What faces frown upon ye, dark
     With shame and pain?
Come these from Plymouth's Pilgrim bark?
     Is that young Vane?

Who, dimly beckoning, speed ye on
     With mocking cheer?
Lo! spectral Andros, Hutchinson,
     And Gage are here!

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