Even as he spoke, his frame, renewed In eloquence of attitude, Rose, as it seem'd, a shoulder higher; Then swept his kindling glance of fire From startled pew to breathless choir; When suddenly his mantle wide His hands impatient flung aside, And, lo! he met their wondering eyes Complete in all a warrior's guise. A moment there was awful pause,-- When Berkeley cried, "Cease, traitor! cease! God's temple is the house of peace!" The other shouted, "Nay, not so, When God is with our righteous cause; His holiest places then are ours, His temples are our forts and towers That frown upon the tyrant foe; In this, the dawn of Freedom's day, There is a time to fight and pray!" And now before the open door-- The warrior priest had order'd so-- The enlisting trumpet's sudden soar Rang through the chapel, o'er and o'er, Its long reverberating blow, So loud and clear, it seem'd the ear Of dusty death must wake and hear. And there the startling drum and fife Fired the living with fiercer life; While overhead, with wild increase, Forgetting its ancient toll of peace, The great bell swung as ne'er before. It seemed as it would never cease; And every word its ardor flung From off its jubilant iron tongue Was, "War! war! war!" "Who dares"--this was the patriot's cry, As striding from the desk he came-- "Come out with me, in Freedom's name, For her to live, for her to die?" A hundred hands flung up reply, A hundred voices answer'd, "I!" THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. Early in May, news of the fight at Lexington reached Machias, Maine, and on the 11th a party of young men boarded the British armed schooner, Margaretta, which was in the harbor there, and forced her to surrender, after a loss of about twenty on each side. THE PRIZE OF THE MARGARETTA[4] [May 11, 1775] I Four young men, of a Monday morn, Heard that the flag of peace was torn; Heard that "rebels" with sword and gun, Had fought the British at Lexington, While they were far from that bloody plain, Safe on the green-clad shores of Maine. With eyes that glittered, and hearts that burned, They talked of the glory their friends had earned, And asked each other, "What can we do, So our hands may prove that our hearts are true?" II Silent the Margaretta lay, Out on the bosom of the bay; On her masts rich bunting gleamed; Bravely the flag of England streamed. The young men gazed at the tempting prize-- They wistfully glanced in each other's eyes; Said one, "We can lower that cloth of dread And hoist the pine-tree flag instead. "We are only boys to the old and sage; We have not yet come to manhood's age; "But we can show them that, when there's need, Men may follow and boys may lead." Tightly each other's hand they pressed, Loudly they cried, "We will do our best;