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FRONTISPIECE—OLD MORRISTOWN.
ORIGINAL FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, 1738, [17]
OLD ARNOLD TAVERN, [25]
FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, [97]
WASHINGTON HEADQUARTERS, [209]
PLAN OF FORT NONSENSE, [305]
SPEEDWELL IRON WORKS, [369]
OLD FACTORY AT SPEEDWELL, [377]
POEM.
BY WILLIAM PATERSON.
MORRISTOWN, NEW JERSEY.
These are the winter quarters, this is where
The Patriot Chieftain with his army lay,
When frosty winds swept down and chilled the air,
And long, cold nights closed out the shorter day.
The bell still rings within the white church spire,
Rising toward heaven upon the village green,
Whose chimes then called the people, pastor, choir,
To praise and pray each Sabbath morn and e'en.
And there with them, the Christian soldier sealed
The common covenant which a dying Lord,
To those who broke bread with him last revealed,
And bade them ever thus His love record.
A country hamlet then, nor did it lose
Its rural charms and beauties for long years;
The stranger would its quiet glories choose,
Far from the toils and strifes of daily cares.