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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Pilgrim FathersFelicia Dorothea Hemans - The Pilgrim Fathers
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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. 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. 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. There were men with hoary hair Amidst the 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. 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.
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