MEN! if manhood still ye claim, <br />If the Northern pulse can thrill, <br />Roused by wrong or stung by shame, <br />Freely, strongly still; <br />Let the sounds of traffic die: <br />Shut the mill-gate, leave the stall, <br />Fling the axe and hammer by; <br />Throng to Faneuil Hall! <br />Wrongs which freemen never brooked, <br />Dangers grim and fierce as they, <br />Which, like couching lions, looked <br />On your fathers' way; <br />These your instant zeal demand, <br />Shaking with their earthquake-call <br />Every rood of Pilgrim land, <br />Ho, to Faneuil Hall! <br />From your capes and sandy bars, <br />From your mountain-ridges cold, <br />Through whose pines the westering stars <br />Stoop their crowns of gold; <br />Come, and with your footsteps wake <br />Echoes from that holy wall; <br />Once again, for Freedom's sake, <br />Rock your fathers' hall! <br />Up, and tread beneath your feet <br />Every cord by party spun: <br />Let your hearts together beat <br />As the heart of one. <br />Banks and tarrifs, stocks and trade, <br />Let them rise or let them fall: <br />Freedom asks your common aid, — <br />Up, to Faneuil Hall! <br />Up, and let each voice that speaks <br />Ring from thence to Southern plains, <br />Sharply as the blow which breaks <br />Prison-bolts and chains! <br />Speak as well becomes the free: <br />Dreaded more than steel or ball, <br />Shall your calmest utterance be, <br />Heard from Faneuil Hall! <br />Have they wronged us? Let us then <br />Render back nor threats nor prayers; <br />Have they chained our free-born men? <br />Let us unchain theirs! <br />Up, your banner leads the van, <br />Blazoned, 'Liberty for all!' <br />Finish what your sires began! <br />Up, to Faneuil Hall!<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-faneuil-hall/
