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And now when poets are singing	A
Their songs of olden days	B
And now when the land is ringing	A
With sweet Centennial lays	B
My muse goes wandering backward	C
To the groundwork of all these	D
To the time when our Pilgrim Fathers	E
Came over the winter seas	D
The sons of a mighty kingdom	F
Of a cultured folk were they	G
Born amidst pomp and splendor	H
Bred in it day by day	G
Children of bloom and beauty	I
Reared under skies serene	J
Where the daisy and hawthorne blossomed	K
And the ivy was always green	J
And yet for the sake of freedom	F
For a free religious faith	L
They turned from home and people	M
And stood face to face with death	N
They turned from a tyrant ruler	H
And stood on the new world's shore	O
With a waste of waters behind them	P
And a waste of land before	O
O men of a great Republic	Q
Of a land of untold worth	R
Of a nation that has no equal	M
Upon God's round green earth	R
I hear you sighing and crying	A
Of the hard close times at hand	S
What think you of those old heroes	T
On the rock 'twixt sea and land	S
The bells of a million churches	U
Go ringing out to night	V
And the glitter of palace windows	T
Fills all the land with light	V
And there is the home and college	W
And here is the feast and ball	X
And the angels of peace and freedom	F
Are hovering over all	X
They had no church no college	W
No banks no mining stock	Y
They had but the waste before them	P
The sea and Plymouth Rock	Y
But there in the night and tempest	Z
With gloom on every hand	S
They laid the first foundation	A2
Of a nation great and grand	S
There were no weak repinings	T
No shrinking from what might be	I
But with their brows to the tempest	Z
And with their backs to the sea	I
They planned out a noble future	H
And planted the corner stone	B2
Of the grandest greatest republic	Q
The world has ever known	B2
O women in homes of splendor	H
O lily buds frail and fair	C2
With fortunes upon your fingers	T
And milk white pearls in your hair	C2
I hear you longing and sighing	A
For some new fresh delight	V
But what of those Pilgrim mothers	T
On that December night	V
I hear you talking of hardships	T
I hear you moaning of loss	T
Each has her fancied sorrow	D2
Each bears her self made cross	T
But they they had only their husbands	T
The rain the rock and the sea	I
Yet they looked up to God and blessed Him	E2
And were glad because they were free	I
O grand old Pilgrim heroes	T
O souls that were tried and true	F2
With all of our proud possessions	T
We are humbled at thought of you	F2
Men of such might and muscle	M
Women so brave and strong	G2
Whose faith was fixed as the mountain	A2
Through a night so dark and long	G2
We know of your grim grave errors	T
As husbands and as wives	T
Of the rigid bleak ideas	T
That starved your daily lives	T
Of pent up curbed emotions	T
Of feelings crushed suppressed	H2
That God with the heart created	I2
In every human breast	H2
We know of that little remnant	J2
Of British tyranny	I
When you hunted Quakers and witches	T
And swumg them from a tree	I
Yet back to a holy motive	K2
To live in the fear of God	L2
To a purpose high exalted	M2
To walk where martyrs trod	L2
We can trace your gravest errors	T
Your aim was fixed and sure	N2
And e'en if your acts were fanatic	O2
We know your hearts were pure	N2
You lived so near to heaven	A2
You over reached your trust	Z
And deemed yourselves creators	T
Forgetting you were but dust	Z
But we with our broader visions	T
With our wider realm of thought	P2
I often think would be better	H
If we lived as our fathers taught	P2
Their lives seemed bleak and rigid	I2
Narrow and void of bloom	Q2
Our minds have too much freedom	F
And conscience too much room	Q2
They over reached in duty	I
They starved their hearts for the right	V
We live too much in the senses	T
We bask too long in the light	V
They proved by their clinging to Him	E2
The image of God in man	R2
And we by our love of license	T
Strengthen a Darwin's plan	R2
But bigotry reached its limit	S2
And license must have its sway	G
And both shall result in profit	S2
To those of a latter day	G
With the fetters of slavery broken	A2
And freedom's flag unfurled	T2
Our nation strides onward and upward	C
And stands the peer of the world	T2
Spires and domes and steeples	T
Glitter from shore to shore	O
The waters are white with commerce	T
The earth is studded with ore	O
Peace is sitting above us	T
And Plenty with laden hand	S
Wedded to sturdy Labor	H
Goes singing through the land	S
Then let each child of the nation	A2
Who glories in being free	I
Remember the Pilgrim Fathers	T
Who stood on the rock by the sea	I
For there in the rain and tempest	Z
Of a night long passed away	G
They sowed the seeds of a harvest	Z
We gather in sheaves to day	G

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