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 There came a burst of thunder-sound

The boy O ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around

With fragments strewed the sea:

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,

That well had borne their part ! But the noblest thing which perished there

Was that young faithful heart.

��LXXXH THE PILGRIM FATHERS

THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast,

And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed;

And the heavy night hung dark

The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored 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, And the trumpet that sings of fame;

Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;

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