A still, sad life was thine!—long years
With tasks unguerdon’d fraught—
Deep, quiet love, submissive tears,
Vigils of anxious thought;
Prayer at the cross in fervour pour’d,
Alms to the pilgrim given—
Oh! happy, happier than thy lord,
In that lone path to heaven!
THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND.
“Look now abroad! Another race has fill’d