MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. THE breaking waves dash'd high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd 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, 26 LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear, They shook the depths of the desert's 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 soar'd From his nest by the white wave's foam, This was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair, Why had they come to wither there There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. 27 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 unstain'd what there they found- [These glorious verses will find an echo in the breast of every true descendant of the Pilgrims; and give the name of their authoress a place in many hearts. She has laid our community under a common obligation of gratitude. Every one must feel the sublimity and poetical truth, with which she has conceived the scene presented, and the inspiration of that deep and holy strain of sentiment, which sounds forth like the pealing of an organ. ED.] THE HEBREW MOTHER. THE rose was in rich bloom on Sharon's plain, |