Barbara Frietchie![]() |
Legend tells us that Barbara Frietchie protected the American flag when the Confederate forces marched through Frederick during the Civil War. Below is a poem, by abolitionist and poet John Greenleaf Whittier, about her brave stand. | ||||
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Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Round about them orchards sweep, Fair as the garden of the Lord On that pleasant morn of the early fall Over the mountains winding down, Forty flags with their silver stars, Flapped in the morning wind; the sun Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bravest of all in Frederick town, In her attic window the staff she set, Up the street came the rebel tread, Under his slouched hat left and right "Halt!" the dust-brown ranks stood fast. It shivered the window, pane and sash; Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff She leaned far out on the window-sill, "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, The nobler nature within him stirred "Who touches a hair of yon gray head All day long through Frederick street All day long that free flag tost Ever its torn folds rose and fell And through the hill-gaps sunset light Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, Honor to her! And let a tear Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Peace and order and beauty draw And ever the stars above look down |