There came a burst of thunder-sound
The boy O ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea:
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part ! But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.
��LXXXH THE PILGRIM FATHERS
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 the 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;
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