Poor William Dawes! A Boston tanner and patriot, he along with Revere, and other riders, spread the news of the coming British expedition on April 18, 1775. Due to Henry Wadsworth’s Longfellow’s poem, he is forgotten in comparison to Paul Revere. In 1896 Helen F. Moore wrote a poem to attempt to set the record straight:
The Midnight Ride of William Dawes
I am a wandering, bitter shade,
Never of me was a hero made;
Poets have never sung my praise,
Nobody crowned my brow with bays;
And if you ask me the fatal cause,
I answer only, “My name was Dawes”
‘Tis all very well for the children to hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere;
But why should my name be quite forgot,
Who rode as boldly and well, God wot?
Why should I ask?
The reason is clear —
My name was Dawes and his Revere.
When the lights from the old North Church flashed out,
Paul Revere was waiting about,
But I was already on my way.
The shadows of night fell cold and gray
As I rode, with never a break or a pause;
But what was the use, when my name was Dawes!
History rings with his silvery name;
Closed to me are the portals of fame.
Had he been Dawes and I Revere,
No one had heard of him, I fear.
No one has heard of me because
He was Revere and I was Dawes.
Dawes served as a Quartermaster during the Revolution. His great-great grandson Charles G. Dawes served as Vice President under Calvin Coolidge.
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