For him is seen the magic circled wand
That to creative genius points the way.
His music's bold, true note Time's test will stand.
His age in art begins with cloudless day.



A.D. 1620

Exiled from home, for sake of faith held dear,
To distant shores the Pilgrim Fathers turned.
Their grief-stung hearts for Freedom's blessing yearned,
Where persecution's lash they need not fear.
In stately ships they sailed the ocean drear,
And more of trial and of hardship learned;
But in their loyal bosoms still there burned
Religious zeal that lent heroic cheer.

One hundred souls from Mother England came,
And many days fared on a storm-tossed sea,
Men, women, children, to be known to Fame
For braving death for sacred Liberty.
To our bleak, shelt'ring port they gave a name,
And marked an epoch in our history.



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A merry song the pilgrim sang