The Landing of the Pilgrims
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
1793 to 1835
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There was woman's fearless eye,
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
Amidst that pilgrim band:
And the trumpet that sings of fame;
There was manhood's brow serenely high,
And the rocking pines of the forest roared—
With their hymns of lofty cheer.
There were men with hoary hair
They, the true-hearted, came,—
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?—
Why had they come to wither there
They have left unstained what there they found—
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
Amidst the storms they sang;
The ocean eagle soared
And the heavy night hung dark
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
Their giant branches tossed;
From his nest by the white wave's foam;
This was their welcome home!
Lit by her deep love's truth;
To the anthem of the free.
On the wild New England shore.
In silence and in fear;
When a band of exiles moored their bark
And the woods against a stormy sky
Not as the conqueror comes,
Freedom to worship God!
Ay, call it holy ground,—
They shook the depths of the desert's gloom
The soil where first they trod!
And the fiery heart of youth.
And the stars heard, and the sea;
Away from their childhood's land?
They sought a faith's pure shrine.
The hills and waters o'er,
Not as the flying come,
What sought they thus afar?
The breaking waves dashed high