Of happy childhood joined in sweet accord.
How often have I listened at that hour
To the sweet song, the lively jest, and oft
To the sad tale of shipwreck, or some tale
Of other times, when our forefathers came
From distant lands, where wicked rulers sought
Their overthrow, and came to worship God
In these, then, dreary wilds, in their own way.
How the dark, stealthy Indian sought their lives;
Sickness and famine preyed upon their health,