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Show in 2 July 1776 "I regret that so many of my colleagues are now willing to brave the Storm in a Skiff made of Paper. " John Dickinson (Anti- Independence Delegate from Pennsylvania). The paper skiff was launched in seas of coubt, In shoals of danger, darkened by the haze. If fighting failed, there was no safe way out, And each was throttled in a self-made maze. Ticonderoga's high emprise was gone, The edge was honed from Samuel Adams' ire, The hour was black, no glimmer yet of dawn, Forgotten now was Patrick Henry's fire. Between true independence stretched the years, The rag-tag army's loss of countless men. No resolution calmed their anxious fears. No deeper time of gloom would be than then, For these were human pens, and blood their dip, The day our fathers launched the paper ship. |
