"New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still and onward who would keep abreast of Truth: Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea." Charles Sumner, Works (Boston, 1875), III. 270-275 passim. 6. The Pilgrim Fathers (1620) By JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY (Written 1889) An Irish immigrant living in Boston who appreciated the service of all the races to their common country. ONE righteous word for Law-the common will; So held they firm, the Fathers aye to be, They chose the path where every footstep bleeds. Protesting, not rebelling; scorned and banned; Through pains and prisons harried from the land; Through double exile,-till at last they stand A winnowed part, a saving remnant they; What vision led them? Can we test their prayers? Who knows they saw no empire in the West? We know them by the exile that was theirs; And then the preparation-the heart-beat some Who stayed in Leyden. Then the sea's wide blue! "They sailed," writ one, "and as they sailed they knew That they were Pilgrims!" On the wintry main God flings their lives as farmers scatter grain. His breath propels the wingéd seed afloat; His tempests swerve to spare the fragile boat; Before his prompting terrors disappear; He points the way while patient seamen steer; Till port is reached, nor North, nor South, but HERE! Here, where the shore was rugged as the waves, Their cares the statutes, making all anew; Here, on this rock, and on this sterile soil, eBegan the making of the world again. Here centuries sank, and from the hither brink A new world reached and raised an old-world link, When English hands, by wider vision taught, Threw down the feudal bars the Normans brought, And here revived, in spite of sword and stake, Their ancient freedom of the Wapentake! Here struck the seed-the Pilgrims' roofless town, Where equal rights and equal bonds were set, Where all the people equal-franchised met; Where doom was writ of privilege and crown; Where human breath blew all the idols down; Where crests were nought, where vulture flags were furled, And common men began to own the world! Give praise to others, early-come or late, The faith was theirs: the time had other needs. The salt they bore must sweeten worldly deeds. There was a meaning in the very wind That blew them here, so few, so poor, so strong, To grapple concrete work, not abstract wrong. When waves of ages have their motive spent Where Virtue, Courage, Law, and Learning sit; In every New prides, new greeds, our high condition vex. May we, as they did, teach in court and school, |