Happy Thanksgiving from Bonneville Sailing!
Landing of the Pilgrims
The breaking waves dashed high,â€¨
On a stern and rock-bound coast,â€¨
And the woods against a stormy skyâ€¨
Their giant branches tossed;
And the heavy night hung darkâ€¨
The hills and waters o'er,â€¨
When a band of exiles moored their barkâ€¨
On the wild New England shore.
Amidst the storm they sang,â€¨
And the stars heard, as well as the sea;â€¨
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rangâ€¨
To the anthem of the free!
The ocean eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave's foam;â€¨
And the rocking pines of the forest roared--â€¨
This was their welcome home!
There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth;â€¨
There was manhood's brow serenely high,â€¨
And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar?â€¨
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,â€¨
The soil where first they trod.â€¨
They have left unstained what there they found--
Freedom to worship God.
Felicia Dorothea Hemans l793-1835 (edited for brevity)