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ROSE STANDISH. 
Freedom, the Bible, virtue, faith, and prayer 
Kmbarked with them and daily sate beside ; 
While unseen angels strengthened them to bear, 
And God’s own finger was their wondrous guide. 
Then did our Ross, o’er famine, grief and care, 
Cast its bright flush, its incense sweet diffuse ; 
The warrior by whose side it flourished fair, 
Was all enveloped with its beauteous hues. 
Long on the dreary ocean doomed to roam, 
New sweets, new beauties still its leaves disclose; 
Till in this late-found world, the pilgrim’s home, 
It fixed its root, our lovely Plymouth Ross. 
Death found it there, and cut the slender stem: 
It fell to earth; yet still it lives, it glows; 
For Christ hath set it in his diadem, 
And changed to fadeless Amaranth our Rose. 











