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 T PILGRIM FATHEl. Tr breaking waves d.ashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast And the woods against the stormy sky, Their giant branches tost; 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:m Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trump.t that sings of fame;-- Not as the flying come, In silence, and in fear:-- They shook the depths of the desert's 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 wood rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle From his nest, by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared:w This was their welcome home. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the dine?. The wealth of eas?--the spoils of war They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil whore first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found redom to worshio Go!

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