(PRESBYTER OF CHRIST IN AMERICA, 1683-1708) To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise too long delayed! Thy fearless word and faithful work have made For God's Republic firmer resting-place In this New World: for thou hast preached the grace And power of Christ in many a forest glade, Teaching the truth that leaves men unafraid Of frowning tyranny or death's dark face. Oh, who can tell how much we owe to thee, Makemie, and to labour such as thine, For all that makes America the shrine Of faith untrammelled and of conscience free? Stand here, grey stone, and consecrate the sod Where rests this brave Scotch-Irish man of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANCE OF BRUNETTES AND BLONDES by JACQUES BARON THE ANSWER by IRMA LITTELL BOICE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 14 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH WRITTEN A FEW HOURS BEFORE THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by JANE CAVE TO AN HOUR-GLASS by JOHN CLARE |