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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Look now abroad--another race has fill'd<br>Those populous borders--wide the wood recedes, <br>And town shoots up, and fertile realms are till'd; <br>The land is full of harvests and green meads.&quot;--BRYANT<br> The breaking waves dash'd high<br> On a stern and rock-bound coast,<br> And the woods against a stormy sky<br> Their giant branches toss'd;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the heavy night hung dark,<br> The hills and waters o'er,<br> When a band of exiles moor'd their bark<br> On the wild New England shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not as the conqueror comes,<br> They, the true-hearted, came;<br> Not with the roll of the stirring drums,<br> And the trumpet that sings of fame;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not as the flying come,<br> In silence and in fear;--<br> They shook the depths of the desert gloom<br> With their hymns of lofty cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Amidst the storm they sang,<br> And the stars heard and the sea:<br> And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang<br> To the anthem of the free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The ocean eagle soar'd<br> From his nest by the white wave's foam<br> And the rocking pines of the forest roar'd--<br> This was their welcome home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There were men with hoary hair<br> Amidst that pilgrim band:--<br> Why had they come to wither there,<br> Away from their childhood's land?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There was woman's fearless eye,<br> Lit by her deep love's truth;<br> There was manhood's brow serenely high,<br> And the fiery heart of youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What sought they thus afar?<br> Bright jewels of the mine?<br> The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?--<br> They sought a faith's pure shrine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ay, call it holy ground,<br> The soil where first they trode.<br> They have left unstained, what there they found--<br> Freedom to worship God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Those populous borders--wide the wood recedes, 
And town shoots up, and fertile realms are till'd; 
The land is full of harvests and green meads.&quot;--BRYANT
 The breaking waves dash'd high
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