Then He Sat on the Bridle of a Steed, and a Second Lamp in the Belfry Burns

Paul revere climbed to the tower of the church, up the wooden stairs with stealthy tread to the belfry chamber overhead. Then he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, the watchful night wind as it went,. The fate of a nation was riding that night. A spark struck out by that steed in his flight kindled the land into a flame with its heat. He turned and tightened his saddle girth. But mostly he watched with eager search the belFry tower of the old north church as it rose above the grave on the hill, ly and spectral and sombre still. And lo, as he looks on the belfries height,