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Written after attending the Church of the Pil gtims, Brooklyn, Nov. 2l. 1s47: Church of the Pilgrims round thy name What hol! memocies cling! Preacher! !! th, voice should be inspired,-

 Not less, the songs ye sing May the pure faith the Pilgrims held,

 Their chldren's bosoms wa m- The faith tha, triumi'hed over death,

 And bfaved the ocean's storm: The faith that planted, deep and sure,

 Iu the soil the pilgrims rrod, A flower no wintry storm shall bIast--

 Freedom to worship God" Ho ! ye, whose tTuant feet have strayed

 From blest New Englard's shore, Say, in your wanderirgs have ye found

 A place ye cherish more 2 Say--is the gold of the sunny South,

 Mere bright than her sraikl,ng rills? The radiant plains of the far-off West,

 More green that her thousand hills Ssy-in your wanderines, have he seen,

 Towering O' 'er paths we'll irod, As there, the spire ofthe humble church

 Point towards the home Uf Gud Say-is that life He only gives,

 Mofe sacfed held than there Does the cry of Want assail thee less

 Or the starving suppliani's prayer! O. oHce again. ye tiuauis, say

 Since ye left New England's shore. Have your eyes lovlier spot heheld-

 place ye can love more!

 BrOOkiph, Dec. l. 1S4H: