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"There is no other land like thee,
No dearer shore. .n---Percipal.
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There is no other land like thee,
No dearer shore. ."--Percipal.
In primal beauty DER us bends
This gorgeous western sky;
To glad our hearths, affection lends
Life's purest, hottest tie.
And peace, and hope, and Joy impart ,
Their warm and genial avs;
Yet will there linger round the heart,
The light of other days." a.ta
Shrine of the Pilgrims, ever fair'
Each dale and snow-clad hill,
Each stream that rolls its waters there,
Is fondly cherished STILL
Thy wayworn sons, though scattered wide
Throughout the varied earth, -
All hail, with more than flial pride,
The cline that gave them birth.
To thee our childhood's joys belong,


Thine were our earthly homes,
And with thy name countless throng
Ofblissful visions comes.
Twas music on our char md ear,
! The surging of thy waves;
Thine are the scenes to mem'ry dear,
And thine our fathers graves.
Within the shelter Of thy breast,


Meath PlyMouth's sacred sod, s
The weary Pilgrim found his rest,


And "waiteth there his God."
His legacy to us was love,
And trusting faith in Heaven;
And may all future ages prove
That not in vain twas given. al
Oh, may the spirit he possessed


Be felt ia all our land, ut
Till North and South, and East and West.
Be one united band.
Then shall the temple Of the free a
BE founded firm and fast,


And hours like these viii never be
The requiem of the past. G
God of our Fathers! who did'st guide tI
Their bark across the sea,
From the worlds cares we turn aside
In humbleness to THEE. t,a
TO THEE, with hope thy grace imparts,
The stricken wanderers turned, af,.s
And on the altar Of their hearts
Eternal incense burned t@ t'ft
To THEE their children's children bring,
Thanksgiving, love, and praise, n 10
And meekly to the Heavenly King,
Their joyful anthems raise


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Oh, how can zoe, whose lots are cast
In pleasantness and peace,
Forgetful Of the hallowed past,


Our grateful of'rings cease!
Then let THY blessing, that hath led N
The Pilgrim on his way,
holy influence kindly shed


Around us here to-day. .tH