The bow of promise spanned their life’s new sky;
No threatening cloud their prospects overcast,—
No shadow lowered; but Heaven with gracious eye
Looked smiling down and blest their toils at last.
Their Salem friends to join them soon will try,—
That they’re not here is all that brings a sigh.
VI.
Thus for a time did they anticipate
The bliss which Heaven for pilgrims has in store,
When their freed souls review their former state,