This year being our nation’s Bicentennial anniversary and the Fourth of July being but two months away, I have thought it might be appropriate to give some consideration to our country’s fate and her ultimate destiny. Celebration of the Fourth of July Although I was born and lived for fifteen years in a foreign land, my parents, who were United States citizens, and their fellow colonists always remembered and observed the Fourth of July. The celebration regularly included a flag and bunting parade and an oration commemorating the signing of the Declaration of Independence. My concept of, and my feelings about, what was going on in and around Independence Hall at the time the Declaration was being signed, were in my youth and still are influenced by the words and the spirit of the poem “Independence Bell.” I memorized it in my youth, and I hope its lines will transmit to you something of my feelings as I read them to you now. There was tumult in the city, In the quaint Old Quaker town, And the streets were rife with people Pacing restless up and down.— People gathering at corners, Where they whispered each to each, And the sweat stood on their temples With the earnestness of speech. As the bleak Atlantic currents Lash the wild Newfoundland shore, So they beat against the State House, So they surged against the door; And the mingling of their voices Made a harmony profound, Till the quiet street of Chestnut Was all turbulent with sound. “Will they do it?” “Dare they do it?” “Who is speaking?” “What’s the news?” “What of Adams?” “What of Sherman?” “Oh, God grant they won’t refuse!” “Make some way, there!” “Let me nearer!” “I am stifling!” “Stifle, then! When a nation’s life’s at hazard, We’ve no time to think of men!” So they beat against the portal, Man and woman, maid and child; And the July sun in heaven On the scene looked down and smiled: The same sun that saw the Spartan Shed his patriot blood in vain, Now beheld the soul of freedom, All unconquered, rise again. See! See! The dense crowd quivers Through all its lengthy line, As the boy beside the portal Looks forth to give the sign! With his little hands uplifted, Breezes dallying with his hair, Hark! with deep, clear intonation, Breaks his young voice on the air. Hushed the people’s swelling murmur, List the boy’s exultant cry! “Ring!” he shouts, “Ring! Grandpa, Ring! oh, ring for Liberty!” Quickly at the given signal The bell-man lifts his hand, Forth he sends the good news, making Iron music through the land. How they shouted! What rejoicing! How the old bell shook the air, Till the clang of freedom ruffled The calmly gliding Delaware! How the bonfires and the torches Lighted up the night’s repose, And from the flames, like fabled Phoenix, Our glorious Liberty arose! That old State House bell is silent, Hushed is now its clamorous tongue; But the spirit it […]