60. PILGRIMS ON PLYMOUTH ROCK.The "Mayflow'r"'s anchor'd in the wintry bay;And now the crowded boat with busy oarGlides onward to the solitary shore,Where, just emerging from the wave, there layA Rock, which trusting feet would not betray.On this the Pilgrims land, to float no moreOn angry billows, as they ceaseless roar;—But here to fix their dwelling-place for aye.—This scene may well the future good unfold,Which o'er th' Atlantic wave their feet had sought—The Liberty of Conscience, prize untold,Each shackle broke which bigotry had wrought—Symbol, which sure our eyes do not bemock,OfFreedom'sEmpire, founded on a Rock!
60. PILGRIMS ON PLYMOUTH ROCK.
The "Mayflow'r"'s anchor'd in the wintry bay;And now the crowded boat with busy oarGlides onward to the solitary shore,Where, just emerging from the wave, there layA Rock, which trusting feet would not betray.On this the Pilgrims land, to float no moreOn angry billows, as they ceaseless roar;—But here to fix their dwelling-place for aye.—This scene may well the future good unfold,Which o'er th' Atlantic wave their feet had sought—The Liberty of Conscience, prize untold,Each shackle broke which bigotry had wrought—Symbol, which sure our eyes do not bemock,OfFreedom'sEmpire, founded on a Rock!
The "Mayflow'r"'s anchor'd in the wintry bay;
And now the crowded boat with busy oar
Glides onward to the solitary shore,
Where, just emerging from the wave, there lay
A Rock, which trusting feet would not betray.
On this the Pilgrims land, to float no more
On angry billows, as they ceaseless roar;—
But here to fix their dwelling-place for aye.—
This scene may well the future good unfold,
Which o'er th' Atlantic wave their feet had sought—
The Liberty of Conscience, prize untold,
Each shackle broke which bigotry had wrought—
Symbol, which sure our eyes do not bemock,
OfFreedom'sEmpire, founded on a Rock!