FOOTNOTE:

[24] By permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co., authorized publishers of this author's works.


THE PILGRIM FATHERS

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The breaking waves dashed high on a stern and rockbound coast,

And the woods against a stormy sky their giant branches tossed,

And the heavy night hung dark the hills and waters o'er,

When a band of exiles moored their bark on the wild New England shore.

Not as the conqueror comes, they, the true-hearted, came,—