The following HYMN, written for the EsentenTia Celebration at Roxbury, was sung to thestune of Old Hundred. In peril here oalr Fathers stood;

 Around them was the solitude

 Of the deep forest, casting down The glory of its summer crown. Borne on the faith that dar'd the sea, Their hearts went up, oh. God to thee; That temple with it's arch of sky Rung with their grateful melody. In peace and plenty here we stand The children of that suffering band. They SOW ed in tears; the harvest waves In joyful bounty round their graves. And have our hearts no thanks to raise? God of our Fathers may our praise Be ceaseless as thy love; oh! give That spirit, that shall make us live. in joy and woe, through youth and age, More worthy of our hermitage: And when these forms have long been dust, Be thou our children's, ehiidren's .frast.