Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a story 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 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'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 woods rang to the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared - This was their welcome home!

There were men with hoary hair, Amidst that pilgrim-bank; Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth.

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas? The spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod: They have left unstained what there they found- Freedom to worship God!

Felicia Hemans, England, (1793-1835) was the popular woman poet of her time, esteemed by both Scott and Wordsworth. Her poetry is mainly lyrical and descriptive. This selection is a resounding declamation, celebrating one of the great moments of history.