Posted on 11/26/2009 5:20:01 AM PST by Tribune7
Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed;
And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
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