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He knelt him where the black smoke wreathed—
His head was bowed and bare,—
While for an infant land he breathed
The agony of prayer.
The column, red with early morn,
May tower o'er Bunker's height,
And proudly tell a race unborn
Their patriot father's might:—
But thou, O patriarch, old and gray,
Thou prophet of the free,
Who knelt among the dead that day,
What fame shall rise to thee!
It is not meet that brass or stone
Which feel the touch of time,
Shall keep the record of a faith
That woke the deed sublime:
We trace it to the tablet fair,
Which glows when stars wax pale,
A promise that the good man's prayer
Shall with his God prevail.
Samuel McClintock was considered one of the best classical scholars in New England, received degrees from his own college, Harvard and Yale. His printed sermons and papers form quite a list, but with such ponderous titles as to deter modern readers from looking farther than the titles. In 1784 Dr. McClintock had the honor of preaching the first election sermon at the inaugural ceremonies of the governor of New Hampshire, a custom that was continued until 1861. He took for his text Jer. 18: 7-10. Although Bunker Hill Day is not generally observed outside of Massachusetts, yet the grave of Rev. Samuel McClintock, chaplain at the Battle of Bunker Hill, is always decorated at that time. You who are lovers of history and searchers among records would not have us fail to mention another William Tufts out of gratitude, for ‘no one was so able to aid seekers after historical documents, and no one could have been more ready.’ May, 1857, he bought a home in Salem and made his residence there, where
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