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    An Ode Read August 15, 1907, at the dedication of the monument erected at Gloucester, Massachusetts, in commemoration of the founding of the Massachusetts Bay colony in the year sixteen hundred and twenty-three
    An Ode Read August 15, 1907, at the dedication of the monument erected at Gloucester, Massachusetts, in commemoration of the founding of the Massachusetts Bay colony in the year sixteen hundred and twenty-three
    An Ode Read August 15, 1907, at the dedication of the monument erected at Gloucester, Massachusetts, in commemoration of the founding of the Massachusetts Bay colony in the year sixteen hundred and twenty-three
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    An Ode Read August 15, 1907, at the dedication of the monument erected at Gloucester, Massachusetts, in commemoration of the founding of the Massachusetts Bay colony in the year sixteen hundred and twenty-three

    By Madison Julius Cawein

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    An Ode Read August 15, 1907, at the dedication of the monument erected at Gloucester, Massachusetts, in commemoration of the founding of the Massachusetts Bay colony in the year sixteen hundred and twenty-three

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      An Ode Read August 15, 1907, at the dedication of the monument erected at Gloucester, Massachusetts, in commemoration of the founding of the Massachusetts Bay colony in the year sixteen hundred and twenty-three - Madison Julius Cawein

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      Title: An Ode

      Author: Madison J. Cawein

      Release Date: August 25, 2009 [EBook #29795]

      Language: English

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      An Ode

      READ  AUGUST  15, 1907,  AT THE  DEDI-

      CATION  OF  THE MONUMENT  ERECTED

      AT  GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS,  IN

      COMMEMORATION  OF  THE  FOUNDING

      OF THE MASSACHUSETTS BAY COLONY

      IN  THE  YEAR  SIXTEEN HUNDRED AND

      TWENTY-THREE  BY  MADISON CAWEIN

      JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY, INCORPORATED.

      LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY MCMVIII

      An Ode

      In Commemoration of the Founding of the

      Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623.

      I.

      They who maintained their rights,

      Through storm and stress,

      And walked in all the ways

      That God made known,

      Led by no wandering lights,

      And by no guess,

      Through dark and desolate days

      Of trial and moan:

      Here let their monument

      Rise, like a word

      In rock commemorative

      Of our Land's youth;

      Of ways the Puritan went,

      With soul love-spurred

      To suffer, die, and live

      For faith and truth.

      Here they the corner-stone

      Of Freedom laid;

      Here in their hearts' distress

      They lit the lights

      Of Liberty alone;

      Here, with God's aid,

      Conquered the wilderness,

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