The Pilgrim's Legacy

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The Mayflow'r, on New England's coast,
Has furl'd her tattered sail,
And through her chaf'd and moaning shrouds
December breezes wail;
Yet on that icy deck behold
A meek but dauntless band,
Who, for the right to worship God,
Have left their native land;
And to a dreary wilderness
This glorious boon they bring,
|: A Church without a Bishop,
A State without a king. :|

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