FAIR beams that kiss the sparkling bay, Rest warmest o'er her tranquil sleep; Sweet exile! love enticed away, -- The first on Plymouth Rock to leap! Among the timid flock she stood, Rare figure near the May-Flower's prow, With heart of Christian fortitude, And light heroic on her brow! O ye who round King's Chapel stray, Forget the turmoil of the street; Though loftier names are round her, lay A wreath of flowers at Mary's feet! Though gallant Winslows slumber here, E'en worthy Lady Andros too, Her memory is still as dear, And poets' praise to Mary due. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM VENUS AND ADONIS by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE KITTY NEIL by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS |