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Rh Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light:

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King.

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The Landing of the Pilgrims.

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;

They shook the depths of the desert gloom

With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amid 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!