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THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS,
The breaking waves dash'd high
Their giant branches tost;
And the heavy night hung dark
When a band of exiles moor'd their bark
Not as the conqueror comes,
LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
Not as the flying come,
With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Amidst the storm they sang,
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
The ocean-eagle soar'd
This was their welcome home !
There were men with hoary hair,
Why had they come to wither there
There was woman's fearless eye,
There was manhood's brow serenely high,
LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. 27
What sought they thus afar ”
—They sought a faith's pure shrine !
Ay, call it holy ground,
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,
Lay like a twilight-star 'midst palmy shades,