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,—