LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

RE

There came a burst of thunder-sound—
The boy—O, where was he?

Ask of the winds, that far around
With fragments strewed the sea,

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part—

But the noblest thing that perished there

Was that young faithful heart. _Hemans.

   
   
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 

  

THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed,
And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o’er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.

Not as the conquerors come,
They the truc-hearted came ;
Not with the roll of the stirring drum,
Or the trumpet that sings of fame:
Not as the flying come,
In silence and in fear ;
They shook the depths of the desert’s gloom,
With their hymns of lofty cheer.