The courtship of Miles Standish . THE, SAILING OP THEMAY P LOW E, R Just in the gray of the dawn, as the mists uprose from the meadows,There was a stir and a sound in the slumbering village of Plymouth;Clanging and clicking of arms, and the order imperative, Forward!Given in tone suppressed, a tramp of feet, and then ten, in the mist, marched slowly out of the the stalwart it was, with eight of his valorous army,Fed by their Indian guide, by Flobomok, friend of the white men,Northward marching to quell the sudden revolt of the savage. 83 THE, SAILING OP THE, MA
The courtship of Miles Standish . THE, SAILING OP THEMAY P LOW E, R Just in the gray of the dawn, as the mists uprose from the meadows,There was a stir and a sound in the slumbering village of Plymouth;Clanging and clicking of arms, and the order imperative, Forward!Given in tone suppressed, a tramp of feet, and then ten, in the mist, marched slowly out of the the stalwart it was, with eight of his valorous army,Fed by their Indian guide, by Flobomok, friend of the white men,Northward marching to quell the sudden revolt of the savage. 83 THE, SAILING OP THE, MAYFLOWER Giants they seemed in the mist, or the mighty men of King David;Giants in heart they were, who believed in God and the Bible,—Aye, who believed in the smiting of Midianites and them gleamed far off the crimson banners of morning;Under them loud on the sands, the serried billows, advancing,Fired along the line and in regular order retreated. Many a mile had they marched, when at length the village of Ply
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