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them spread a stranger sky
 * Around, the sterile plain,

The rock-bound coast rose frowning nigh,
 * Beyond,—the wrathful main:

Chill remnants of the wintry snow
 * Still chok'd the encumber'd soil,

Yet forth these Pilgrim Fathers go,
 * To mark their future toil.

'Mid yonder vale their corn must rise
 * In Summer's ripening pride,

And there the church-spire woo the skies
 * Its sister-school beside.

Perchance 'mid England's velvet green
 * Some tender thought repos'd,—

Though nought upon their stoic mien
 * Such soft regret disclos'd.

When sudden from the forest wide
 * A red-brow'd chieftain came,

With towering form, and haughty stride,
 * And eye like kindling flame:

No wrath he breath'd, no conflict sought,
 * To no dark ambush drew,

But simply to the Old World brought,
 * The welcome of the New.