The Pilgrim's Legacy

The Mayflow'r, on New England's coast, Has furl'd her tattered sail, And through her chaf'd and moaning shrouds December breezes wail; Yet on that icy deck behold A meek but dauntless band, Who, for the right to worship God, Have left their native land; And to a dreary wilderness This glorious boon they bring, |: A Church without a Bishop, A State without a king. :|