TO FANEUIL HALL. 33 TO FANEUIL HALL. EN! ΜΕ 1844. if manhood still ye claim, If the Northern pulse can thrill, Roused by wrong or stung by shame, Freely, strongly still: Let the sounds of traffic die: Shut the mill-gate- leave the stall Fling the axe and hammer byThrong to Faneuil Hall! Through whose pines the westering stars Come, and with your footsteps wake Echoes from that holy wall: Once again, for Freedom's sake, Rock your fathers' hall! Up, and tread beneath your feet |