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422 First, and of the established Episcopacy. The Quakers, Baptists, and Catholics were banished, on pain of death, from the Massachusetts Colony. One Samuel Gorton, a bold and eloquent declaimer, after preaching for a time in Boston against the doctrines of the Puritans, and declaring that their churches were mere human devices, and their sacrament and baptism an abomination, was driven out of the jurisdiction of the colony, and compelled to seek a residence among the savages. He gathered round him a considerable number of converts, who, like the primitive Christians, shared all things in common. His opinions, however, were so troublesome to the leading clergy of the colony, that they instigated an attack upon his “Family” by an armed force, which seized upon the principal men in it, and brought them into Massachusetts, where they were sentenced to be kept at hard labor in several towns (one only in each town), during the pleasure of the General Court, they being forbidden, under severe penalties, to utter any of their religious sentiments, except to such ministers as might labor for their conversion. They were unquestionably sincere in their opinions, and, whatever may have been their errors, deserve to be ranked among those who have in all ages suffered for the freedom of conscience.

to Thy suffering poor
 * Strength and grace and faith impart,

And with Thy own love restore
 * Comfort to the broken heart!

Oh, the failing ones confirm
 * With a holier strength of zeal!

Give Thou not the feeble worm
 * Helpless to the spoiler’s heel!

Father! for Thy holy sake
 * We are spoiled and hunted thus;

Joyful, for Thy truth we take
 * Bonds and burthens unto us:

Poor, and weak, and robbed of all,
 * Weary with our daily task,

That Thy truth may never fall
 * Through our weakness, Lord, we ask.

Round our fired and wasted homes
 * Flits the forest-bird unscared,

And at noon the wild beast comes
 * Where our frugal meal was shared;

For the song of praises there
 * Shrieks the crow the livelong day;

For the sound of evening prayer
 * Howls the evil beast of prey.

Sweet the songs we loved to sing
 * Underneath Thy holy sky;

Words and tones that used to bring
 * Tears of joy in every eye;

Dear the wrestling hours of prayer,
 * When we gathered knee to knee,

Blameless youth and hoary hair,
 * Bowed, O God, alone to Thee.

As Thine early children, Lord,
 * Shared their wealth and daily bread,

Even so, with one accord,
 * We, in love, each other fed.

Not with us the miser’s hoard,
 * Not with us his grasping hand;

Equal round a common board,
 * Drew our meek and brother band!

Safe our quiet Eden lay
 * When the war-whoop stirred the land

And the Indian turned away
 * From our home his bloody hand.

Well that forest-ranger saw,
 * That the burthen and the curse

Of the white man’s cruel law
 * Rested also upon us.

Torn apart, and driven forth
 * To our toiling hard and long,

Father! from the dust of earth
 * Lift we still our grateful song!

Grateful, that in bonds we share
 * In Thy love which maketh free;

Joyful, that the wrongs we bear,
 * Draw us nearer, Lord, to Thee!

Grateful! that where’er we toil,—
 * By Wachuset’s wooded side,

On Nantucket’s sea-worn isle,
 * Or by wild Neponset’s tide,—

Still, in spirit, we are near,
 * And our evening hymns, which rise

Separate and discordant here,
 * Meet and mingle in the skies!

Let the scoffer scorn and mock,
 * Let the proud and evil priest

Rob the needy of his flock,
 * For his wine-cup and his feast,—

Redden not Thy bolts in store
 * Through the blackness of Thy skies?

For the sighing of the poor
 * Wilt Thou not, at length, arise?