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Song of the Pilgrims.—UPĦAM
The breeze has swelled the whitening sail
Leave behind our native shore,
The deep may dash, the winds may blow,
The storm spread out its wings of wo,
Still, as long as life shall last,
For we would rather never be,
Blasts of heaven, onward sweep!
0, see what wonders meet our eyes !
Here, at length, our feet shall rest,
As long as yonder firs* shall spread
Shall those cliffs, and mountains be
Now to the King of kings we'll raise
* Pron. ferz.
More loud than sounds the swelling breeze,
Happier lands have met our view!
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.-Mrs. Her ans.
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
Their giant branches tossed ;
Ånd the heavy night hung dark,
The hills and waters o'er,
On the wild New England shore.
Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came ;-
And the trumpet that sings of fame;
Not as the flying come,
In silence, and in fear :-
With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Amidst the storm they sang,
And the stars heard, and the sea ;
To the anthem of the free.
The ocean-eagle soared
From his nest, by the white wave's foam,
This was their welcome home.
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;
And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
They sought a faith's pure shrine.
Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod!
Freedom to worship God!
The Pilgrim Fathers.--ORIGINAL.
TAE pilgrim fathers--where are they?
The waves that brought them o'er
As they break along the shore :
When the May-Flower moored below,
And white the shore with snow.
The mists, that wrapped the pilgrim's sleep,
Still brood upon the tide ; And his rocks yet keep their watch by the deep,
To stay its waves of pride.
When the heavens looked dark, is gone
Is seen, and then withdrawn.
The hill, whose icy brow
Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame,
In the morning's flame burns now.
On the hill-side and the sca,
But the pilgrim-where is he?
The pilgrim fathers are at resi.
When Summer's throned on high,
Go, stand on the hill where they lie.
On that hallowed spot is cast;
on that spot last.
The pilgrim spirit has not fled:
It walks in noon's broad light;
With the holy stars, by night.
And shall guard this ice-bound shore,
Shall foam and freeze no more.
Character of the Puritan Fathers of New England.
One of the most prominent features, which distinguished our forefathers, was their determined resistance to oppression. They seemed born and brought up, for the high and special purpose of showing to the world, that the civil and religious rights of man, the rights of self-government, of conscience and independent thought, are not merely things to be talked of, and woven into theories, but to be adopted with the whole strength and ardour of the mind, and felt in the profoundest recesses of the heart, and carried out into the general life, and made the foundation of practical usefulness, and visible beauty, and true nobility.
Liberty, with them, was an object of too serious desire and stern resolve, to be personified, allegorized and enshrin. ed. They made no goddess of it, as the ancients did ; they had no time nor inclination for such trifling; they felt that liberty was the simple birthright of every human creature ; they called it so; they claimed it as such; they reverenced and held it fast as the unalienable gift of the Creator, which was not to be surrendered to power, nor sold for wages.
It was theirs, as men; without it, they did not esteem themselves men ; more than any other privilege or possession, it was essential to their happiness, for it was essential to their original nature ; and therefore they preferred it above wealth, and ease, and country; and, that they might enjoy and exercise it fully, they forsook houses, and lands, and kindred, their homes, their native soil, and their fathers' graves.
They left all these; they left England, which, whatever it might have been called, was not to them a land of freedom; they launched forth on the pathless ocean, the wide, fathomless ocean, soiled not by the earth beneath, and bounded, all round and above, only by heaven; and it seemed to them like that better and sublimer freedom, which their country knew not, but of which they had the conception and image in their hearts; and, after a toilsome and painful voyage, they came to a hard and wintry coast, unfruitful and desolate, but unguarded and boundless; its calm silence interrupted not the ascent of their prayers ; it had no eyes to watch, no ears to hearken, no tongues to report of them; here again there was an answer to their souls' desire, and tney were satisfied, and gave thanks; they saw that they were free, and the desert smiled.
I am telling an old tale; but it is one which must be told, when we speak of those men. It is to be added, that they transmitted their principles to their children, and that, peopled by such a race, our country was always free. So long as its inhabitants were unmolested by the mother country in the exercise of their important rights, they submitted to the form of English government; but when those rights were invaded, they spurned even the form away.
This act was the revolution, which came of course, and spontaneously, and had nothing in it of the wonderful or unforeseen. The wonder would have been, if it had not occurred. It was indeed a happy and glorious event, but by no means unnatural; and I intend no slight to the revered actors in the revolution, when I assert, that their fathers before therr were as free as they,-every whit as free.
The principles of the revolution were not the suddenly