English poem
The Mayflower
by Abbie Farwell Brown (1871–1927)
O Pilgrims in a cockle frail Upon a perilous quest, Out of the old world making sail Into the golden west; Beyond the misty ocean veil Awaits a Vision blest!
A simple little yeoman band, None of the rich or great, But stout of heart and strong of hand, The pioneers of fate; The patient builders of a land, The founders of a State!
Your fragile bark adventuring Upon a fearful sea,— Awful the cargo that you bring; The seeds of destiny, Promise of future harvesting In sheaves of liberty.