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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers
by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The 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 a 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'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 roamed;
This was their welcome home!

There were men with hoary hair
Amidst the pilgrim band;
Why had they come to wither there
Away from their childhood's land?

There was women'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!

Aye, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod!
They left unstained what there they found-
Freedom to worship God!

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