Bunker Hill: in the lull before the engagement, a
lovely lad with luxuriously long hair (cascades of
soft curls in profusions) thinks of his boyfriend and
their tender romance back in Boston; and wonders
about the new society now struggling to be born;
but takes a hunk of King George's lead through the
chambers of his delicate heart before he could
express the question to himself: would boys like
him, who shared this same nature and need for
love, be welcome among the victorious patriots?
J-Called