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The use, the pleasure, will the toil repay. 13. Nor study only, practise what you know ;
Your life, your knowledge, to mankind you owe,
And freedom, Britain, still belongs to thee.
Is the reward of worth a song, or crown?
Whom Heaven approves of most, must fcel ber rod. 15. When smooth old Ocean, and each storm's asleep
Then ignorance may plough the watery deep ;
The height of virtue is, to serve mankind.
When memory fails, and all thy vigour's ffed,
* One of the accusers of Socrates.
In terror o'er the ocean ;
To Heaven and its devotion."
1. The breaking waves dash'd high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
Their giant branches toss'd ;
2. And the heavy night hung dark,
The hills and waters o'er,
On the wild New-England shore. 3. Not as the Conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came;
And the trumpet that sings of Fame : 4. Not as the Flying come,
In silence and in fear;
With their hymns of lofty cheer! 5. Amidst the storm they sang;
And the stars heard, and the sea !
To the Anthem of the Free ! 6. The ocean eag soar'd
From his nes y the white waves foam,
This was their welcome home. 17. There were men with hoary hair,
Amidst that Pilgrim band-
Away from their childhood's land ? 8. There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth ;
And the fiery heart of youth. 9. What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
They sought for Faith's pure shrine ! 10. Aye! call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod !
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