The Old ]Vo7't/i Church of Concord. 31
And wring from liardest heart a silent tear.
To all of us the choir is very dear :
We are attached because they are so nice,
We would not hint they 're " dear at any price."
Our organist deserves a word of praise, Who only for the love of music plays. He filled the old North church with music sweet : To him and to us all 't would be a treat To have him play again as in old days. For Doctor Carter was the organ bouoht : I think we all esteem him as we ought. Oh ! may he speedily his health regain — Be strong and well, and with us once again. We should, however, rank beneath the brute, Did we not value high his substitute.
Our Jewels bright we do not wish to scorn, Nor skip another, though a constant Thorne. From old colonial days are handed down Familiar Ballards, known about the town. From Charlestown, when the British fled, we find The Bunkers came, but left the hill behind.
Wisconsin sends to us a chieftian brave Whom I will mention, nor his blushes save : Of warlike anecdote he hath a fund : — A warrior battle-scarred is General Lund.
Nor should we leave the Abbotts in the lurch, For thev, indeed, are longest in the church. From them we get the latest Vassar lore, And knightly deeds as in the days of yore.
While some with New Year's a new leaf will turn, We turn two Pages, who for wisdom yearn, And still have many pages yet to learn. They only seem to care for public weal, And labor for the common good with zeal.
From Scotland came the Stewarts, who can trace Their lineage straight from Scotland's royal race. The family here rank quite as high as when In Scotland they were lords and noblemen. And cut a roval swell, the storv goes, And could wear antique armor when they chose, While here they cut a royal suit of clothes.
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