Page:Records of Woman.pdf/270

262

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.

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, And the rocking pines of the forest roar'd—   This was their welcome home!