And hung his reaping-hook in Joseph’s tomb.
But though the trump of jubilee is still,
And Israel’s host in triumph meet no more
By Jacob’s well, or Siloa’s sacred brook;
Yet in the western world, where Freedom rears
Her banner o’er the altar of her God,
And all religions meet in peaceful mood,
At autumn’s close, the wanderers returned
To distant homes, to keep Thanksgiving Day.
Such was the custom of the Pilgrim band,