Poems . freedom, and fame, and God. They fought not with bomb or shell,Artillerys dreadful rage, STANZAS. Yet Satans empire fell, And with sin fierce war thej wage. The sword of the word of God They bore to a distant land ;Where no Christians foot had trod They stood, a patriot band. Their country was not of earth,—As pilgrims they lived and moved; They rejoiced in their heavenly they spoke of the land they loved. They told the poor Indian, lost In ignorance dark as the price his redemption had cost,— Of Jesus, and heaven, and light. They taught him that Jesus command Was th
Poems . freedom, and fame, and God. They fought not with bomb or shell,Artillerys dreadful rage, STANZAS. Yet Satans empire fell, And with sin fierce war thej wage. The sword of the word of God They bore to a distant land ;Where no Christians foot had trod They stood, a patriot band. Their country was not of earth,—As pilgrims they lived and moved; They rejoiced in their heavenly they spoke of the land they loved. They told the poor Indian, lost In ignorance dark as the price his redemption had cost,— Of Jesus, and heaven, and light. They taught him that Jesus command Was that wars and contentions should cease ; That his symbol in every land Was the olive-branch, whispering peace. STANZAS. Americans! ye who delight In the fame of these heroes of old, Beware how their precepts ye shght,—More precious than silver or gold. Let freedom to worship your God, Let peace, by your fathers bequeathed, Your triumph at home and abroad. Round your star-spangled banner be wreathed!. ON THE MISSION TO INDIA.* I stood amongst a listning crowd Upon New-Englands hallowd sod, And whilst each head devoutly bowd Before their Pilgrim fathers God, I thought perchance their spirits near Might hover oer the sacred scene, Rejoicd to view the sheaves appear Where their seed-scattering steps had been. But who, but He who formd the world,And blesses those who sow in tears, * These lines were suggested by the farewell meeting in ParkStreet Church, Boston, on the occasion of the departure of the Kev,Dr. Scudder, Rev. Mr. Spaulding, &<;., for Southern India. ON THE MISSION TO INDIA. Who saw their fiutring sail unfurFdWith simple faith, but inward fears,Who guided that lone Mayflowers trackTo Massachusetts sheltring Bay,Who warded off each fierce attack,From savage Indians, bent to slay ! Who fed and watched his httle flockIn this dread wilderness afar!0 ! who but He, salvations Rock,The Christian Pilgrims guiding star,Could ever dream that scenes like thisWould be the pr
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