William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Original Ode—New EnglandGeorge Denison Prentice (1802–1870)
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Laved by the wild and stormy sea!
Thy children, in this far-off land,
Devote to-day their hearts to thee.
Our thoughts, despite of space and time,
To-day are in our native clime,
Where pass’d our sinless years, and where
Our infant heads first bow’d in prayer.
Thy rushing streams, thy winter glooms;
And memory, like a pilgrim gray,
Kneels at thy temples and thy tombs:
The thought of these, where’er we dwell,
Come o’er us like a holy spell,
A star to light our path of tears,
A rainbow on the sky of years!
The tempest sweeps, the night-wind wails,
But virtue, peace and love, like birds,
Are nestled mid thy hills and vales;
And glory, o’er each plain and glen,
Walks with thy free and iron men,
And lights her sacred beacon still
On Bennington and Bunker Hill.