...the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river...with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped...

...and the hour, the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river...a heavy stride, On the opposite shore walked Paul Rcvere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed on the landscape far and near, Then impetuous stamped...

...the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river...with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped...

...his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay, — i A line of black, that bends and floats On the rising...a heavy stride, On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed on the landscape far and near, Then impetuous stamped...

...the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river...with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped...

...the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river...tide, like a bridge of boats. Meanwhile, impatient to^moimt and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Severe....

...And seeming to whisper ' all is well ! ' Only a moment he feels the spell of the hour, for he sees Where the river widens to meet the bay, A line of...floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats. Then the watchman hangs the signal-lights in the belfry, and there comes A hnrry of hoofs in a village...

...and the hour, the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river...a heavy stride, On the opposite shore walked PAUL REVERE. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed on the landscape far and near, Then impetuous stamped...

...and the hour, the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river...bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge pf boats. Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride, On the opposite...

...the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river...of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, Uke a bridge of boats. Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride...