Literature and Art 93 



Lesson 53 



THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS 



THE breaking waves dash'd high 

 On a stern and rock-bound coast, 

 And the woods against a stormy sky 

 Their giant branches toss'd ; 



And the heavy night hung dark 



The hills and waters o'er, 

 When a band of exiles moor'd their bark 



On the wild New England shore. 



Not as the conqueror comes, 



They, the true-hearted, came ; 

 Not with the roll of stirring drums, 



And the trumpet that sings of fame ; 



Not as the flying come, 



In silence and in fear ;- 

 They shook the depths of the desert gloom 



With their hymns of lofty cheer. 

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Mrs. Felicia Hemans. 



Learn this poem. Tell the story in the poem, using your own 

 words. 



Draw a picture of the "landing" as it is suggested in the 

 second stanza. 



