The Mayflowers 1856 Sad Mayflower! watched by winter stars, And nursed by winter gales, With petals of the sleeted spars, And leaves of frozen sails! What had she in those dreary hours, Within her ice-rimmed bay, In common with the wild-wood flowers, The first sweet smiles of May? Yet, God be praised! the Pilgrim said, Who saw the blossoms peer Above the brown leaves, dry and dead, Behold our Mayflower here! God wills it: here our rest shall be, Our years of wandering oer; For us the Mayflower of the sea Shall spread her sails no more. O sacred flowers of faith and hope, As sweetly now as then Ye bloom on many a birchen slope, In many a pine-dark glen. Behind the sea-walls rugged length, Unchanged, your leaves unfold, Like love behind the manly strength Of the brave hearts of old. So live the fathers in their sons, Their sturdy faith be ours, And ours the love that overruns Its rocky strength with flowers! The Pilgrims wild and wintry day Its shadow round us draws; The Mayflower of his stormy bay, Our Freedoms struggling cause. But warmer suns erelong shall bring To life the frozen sod; And through dead leaves of hope shall spring Afresh the flowers of God!
Posted on: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 16:27:17 +0000
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