Landing of the Pilgrims


Mayflower


The breaking waves dashed high,
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches tossed.

And the heavy night hung dark,
The hills and waters o'er;
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.


Seagulls


Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame.

Not as the flying come,
In silence and in fear;
They shook the depths of the desert gloom,
With their hymns of lofty cheer.


Seagulls


Amidst the storm they sang,
And the stars heard, and the sea;
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang,
To the anthem of the free!

The ocean eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave's foam;
And the rocking pines of the forest roared,
This was their welcome home!


Seagulls


There were men with hoary hair
Amidst that pilgrim band;
Why had they come to wither there,
Away from their childhood's land?

There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth;
There was manhood's brow serenely high,
And the fiery heart of youth.


Seagulls


What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's pure shrine!

Ay!  Call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod;
They have left unstained what there they found ...
Freedom to worship God!

~ Felicia Hemans ~




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