Angel of Hadley
pick up the sword and feel the weight that crushed King George
and all his sins / cry out with rage kept deep inside / did cast my soul across
the seas / fair Hadley, dark and hidden there / did spy upon the distant hill,
King Phillip's writhing , coiled snakes descend upon the helpless church / when suddenly
I could not stop, my flashing swords and bloodied thrust did quench my burning,
vengeful heart / a ghost arose, an "Angel" they cried, forever told in history / set free
the demons calling him to free this place where peace did see / and disappear once more
from sight / my blood, now yours, eternity...
"Angel Of Hadley" by Frederik A. Chapman (circa 1850) can be viewed in Forbe's Library
forbeslibrary.org/special/Angel...... or google "Angel Of Hadley"
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