272 SONGS FOR THE LITILE ONES.

Amidst the storm they sang,
And the stars heard, and the sea ;
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods
rang,
To the ANTHEM OF THE FREE.
The ocean eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave’s foam,
And the rocking pines of the forest roared—
This was their welcome home.

What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith’s pure shrine.
Aye, call it holy ground,
The spot where first they trod—
They have left unstained, what there they
found,
FREEDOM TO WORSHIP GoD.

Mrs. Hemans.