[Part of: “Let Those Flatter Who Fear”: American Independence in Verse.]
A worthy painting of the scene would need The greatest master’s greatest art. Up front, The council seated, Hutchinson presiding, Costumed in white wigs and bright scarlet cloaks. Petitioning for the inhabitants Was Samuel Adams, dressed in plain simplicity. Thucydides would write a speech for him; That is beyond my powers. He represented The public’s justified determination That all the troops be taken from the town: Recent events had proved the ruinous Effects of standing armies. He held himself, Or rather Nature held him, with an upright Dignity of figure and of gesture. This was a delicate and dangerous crisis. No redcoat’s life was safe in any street In town; the lives of the inhabitants No more secure. Even I took my shift To guard against a breach of peace. The governor, Conferring with the colonel, hazarded That they could send one regiment away, If that would satisfy the people. At this, Samuel arose, and he stretched forth his arm, Even then quivering with palsy, saying, If one could be removed, then so could two; And nothing short of a complete evacuation By all the troops could yet restore the peace, Or satisfy the public mind. With that, Boston was free.