The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods, against a stormy sky,
Their giant braost;
And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and water oer,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.
Not as the queror es,
They, the true-hearted, came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame;
Not as the flying e,
In silend in fear, -
They shook the depths of the deserts 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 wo
To the anthem of the free.
The o-eagle soared
From his by the white waves foam,
And the rog pines of the forest roared -
This was their wele home!
There were men with hoary hair
Amidst that pilgrim band:
Why had they e to wither there,
Away from their childhoods land?
There was womans fearless eye,
Lit by her deep loves truth;
There was……（内容加载失败！）
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