Poems (Frances Elizabeth Browne)/On protestant union in New England
ON PROTESTANT UNION IN NEW ENGLAND.
Down the rapid stream of time, Lo! another year has passed;Protestants from every clime, Brethren, friends, awake at last!
Have we not a mystic tie Strong as aught on earth can be,Changeless as heaven's azure sky, Lasting as eternity?
Rome's proud zealots boldly join, Strong their union 'gainst the cause,— Satan's agents all combine To oppose Christ's holy laws!
Brethren of a purer faith, Shall we not join heart and hand,And a bond as strong as death Unite us in a foreign land?
Brethren of this hallowed soil, Which our mutual fathers trod,Here reposed from earth's turmoil, Founded here a house for God,
Will ye not, with friendly clasp, Greet the sons of other lands,—With the warm fraternal grasp Which our common faith demands?
Yes! ye will! our fathers yet Look down upon their foreign home,And see their sons together meet, No more from freedom's land to roam.
The shamrock, rose, and thistle still Shall flourish in Columbia's soil,And triumph o'er all foes, until Millennium rest o'erpays their toil.