60. PILGRIMS ON PLYMOUTH ROCK.
The "Mayflow'r"'s anchor'd in the wintry bay;
And now the crowded boat with busy oar
Glides onward to the solitary shore,
Where, just emerging from the wave, there lay
A Rock, which trusting feet would not betray.
On this the Pilgrims land, to float no more
On angry billows, as they ceaseless roar;—
But here to fix their dwelling-place for aye.—