A Revolutionary Hero

Old Joe is gone, who saw hot Percy goad

His slow artillery up the Concord road,

A tale which grew in wonder year by year;

As every time he told it, Joe drew near

To the main fight, till faded and grown gray,

The original scene to bolder tints gave way;

Then Joe had heard the foe's scared double-quick

Beat on stove drum with one uncaptured stick,

And, ere death came the lengthening tale to lop,

Himself had fired, and seen a red-coat drop;

Had Joe lived long enough, that scrambling fight

Had squared more nearly to his sense of right,

And vanquished Perry, to complete the tale,

Had hammered stone for life in Concord jail.