Time was, when tyrant power in Britain’s Isle
Ruled with despotic sway; when pious men
Were hunted like wild beasts if they should dare
To worship God in their own way; the way
Which they believed, in pure simplicity
To be acceptable to Him, whose eye
All seeing and all knowing, looks alone
At the intent and purpose of the heart.
With firm resolve they left their native land,
Their home, their own green fields, and shady lawns,