Spread out earth's holiest records here

Spread out earth's holiest records here, Of days and deeds to reverence dear; A zeal like this what pious legends tell? On kingdoms built In blood and guilt, The worshippers of vulgar triumph dwell— But what exploit with theirs shall page, Who rose to bless their kind; Who left their nation and their age, Man's spirit to unbind? Who boundless seas passed o'er, And boldly met, in every path, Famine and frost and heathen wrath, To dedicate a shore, Where piety's meek train might breathe their vow, And seek their Maker with an unshamed brow; Where liberty's glad race might proudly come, And set up there an everlasting home?