62. ON JOHN ROBINSON.(notes)I see thee, outcast from thy native shore,Exile from England lov'd, to toil and die;And ne'er didst thou behold our western sky;—Yet in both lands what name is honor'd moreThan thine,O Robinson? We hence adoreThat Providence, which thus uplifts on highThe worthy from their deep humility,And makes them stars to shine forevermore.The Truth thou didst discern and didst maintain—Freedom to worship God—with courage bold,Unaw'd by foes in pow'r and pride arrayed.This claim the world will ne'er forget again,Nor thee forget, its champion of old,But breathe thy noble spirit undismayed.
62. ON JOHN ROBINSON.(notes)
I see thee, outcast from thy native shore,Exile from England lov'd, to toil and die;And ne'er didst thou behold our western sky;—Yet in both lands what name is honor'd moreThan thine,O Robinson? We hence adoreThat Providence, which thus uplifts on highThe worthy from their deep humility,And makes them stars to shine forevermore.The Truth thou didst discern and didst maintain—Freedom to worship God—with courage bold,Unaw'd by foes in pow'r and pride arrayed.This claim the world will ne'er forget again,Nor thee forget, its champion of old,But breathe thy noble spirit undismayed.
I see thee, outcast from thy native shore,
Exile from England lov'd, to toil and die;
And ne'er didst thou behold our western sky;—
Yet in both lands what name is honor'd more
Than thine,O Robinson? We hence adore
That Providence, which thus uplifts on high
The worthy from their deep humility,
And makes them stars to shine forevermore.
The Truth thou didst discern and didst maintain—
Freedom to worship God—with courage bold,
Unaw'd by foes in pow'r and pride arrayed.
This claim the world will ne'er forget again,
Nor thee forget, its champion of old,
But breathe thy noble spirit undismayed.