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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

The Bell of the Revolution

William Bingham Tappan (1794–1849)

  • On the old State-House bell, in Philadelphia, which was cast in that city, several years before the American Revolution, is the following prophetic inscription: “Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the land, unto all the inhabitants thereof.”—Leviticus xxv. 10. The ringing of this bell gave the first intelligence of the signing of the Declaration of Independence.


  • ’TWAS fitting, that, throughout the land,

    The anointed bell proclaim

    The triumphs of a glorious band,

    And their invaders’ shame:

    ’Twas fitting, that its merry peal

    Should fling out silver tones,

    That did, before, the WORD reveal

    So terrible to thrones.

    Talk not of chance! the word that went

    To Israel’s tribes of yore,

    Free as the winds of heaven, was sent

    To this far western shore:

    Our fathers spake it in distress—

    A small and feeble flock—

    They hymn’d it in the wilderness,

    And wrote it on the rock.

    Talk not of chance! for well he knew—

    The founder—that his art

    Graved only here the impress true,

    Already on the heart:

    And he well deem’d that liberty

    Should one day wake the sword:

    Around the hearths of all the free,

    It was a cherish’d word,

    Known, not in vain imaginings,

    To wake up idle strife;

    But treasured as a holy thing,

    Dearer to heart than life.

    Marvel not, then, the voice thus pent

    Within the conscious breast,

    At times, through some unguarded vent

    Should rush forth unrepress’d.

    Interpreted, it truly told

    Of high oppression’s knell;

    Of banners beckoning, garments roll’d

    In blood—that warning bell!

    Yes, also, that from martyr graves

    Columbia’s living seed

    Should spring—the scourge of sceptred slaves,

    The bulwark of her need.

    Talk not of chance! Not only here

    Forth goes the unerring sound:—

    It stirs another hemisphere,

    A world shall be unbound!

    And children, rescued from the yoke,

    Shall to their children tell

    Of the immortal deed that woke

    The Revolution’s bell.