The Republican journal., 1909-09-30
NEW ENGLAND DAY AT SEATTLE.

New England day at the Alaska-Yukon-
Pacific exposition at Seattle, Ex-Governor
Rollins, the founder of the Old Home week
idea, made an address, and a poem by Sam
Walter Foss of Somerville, Mass, written for
the occasion, was read. The spectacle OF the
day was magnificent pageant, THE Landing
of the Pilgrims" One hundred and two per-
sons took part, the same number as landed
from the original Mayflower. They were all
dressed in Puritan costume, and model of
Plymouth Rock served a landing. In the
afternoon there were historical living pictures
in the auditorium, such as 1.-THE Courtship of
Miles Standish' and George Washington"
All New Englanders We're invited to attend
the ball in the evening. The poem by Mr. Foss
is as follows:
THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS, 1920.
Tossed out to the sea by an insolent land
Through the crests of the curdled foam,
And blown to a strand of lcepaved sand,
They knet and called it home.
These musings of danger and wrestlers with
Fate,
The vanguard of Nations to Be,
Hurled from desolate seas to a land desolate,
Mid the snow-covered hemlocks they founded
state,
And a nation uprose from the sea.
bantling state that was nursed on the rocks,
And Graded in tempest and flood,
Whose lullaby Groom was the hurricane tune
Of the storms plintered pines of the wood;
And this hurricane tune of the storm splinter
ed pine
Passed into their bloom with its roar,
And the music passed on to their sons, and
the line
Of the sons of their sons heard the music
divine,
And we hear it to-day as Of yore.
They stood at the Gateway of Greatness.
Though few,
Though feeble, and few, and forlorn,
In them was the seed of the God-chosen breed
From which new republics were born.
From those winter blown pines, with their ice
pendants pearled,
Rose the CLEAN long awaited by man.
From this starveling band from the wide ocean
| hurled,
From those snow-buried huts rose the hope Of
the world
And Times greatest epoch began.
/ And the force of the fathers that lives in the
With the long years has greatened and grown,
For they tanned the wild land with an insolent
hand,
AS they tanned the high pride of a throne.
Brave harvests they wrung from the Easts
stony breast,
And the baked inland plains were o'errun,
And the continent mountains were scaled in
their quest,
And they blazed their long trail to the Sea of
the West
And the East and the West were made one
Strong sires of greatness, strong sons of re-
noWn,
Wrapt priesthood of Gods new decree,
That mans sins should be bound like leash
strangled hound,
But his faith and his thought should be free!
Though the sons wander wide from the faith
that was theirs,
Let the soul OF that faith spread abroad,
That there's Infinite Strength that responds to
strong prayers
And strong deeds are the foothods and treads
to long stairs
That climb through the dmness to God
From the rim of the storm -smitten Sea of the
| East
They have passed to the Sea of the West;
Their steam stations neigh from the Gateways
of Day
To the Pastures of Sunset and Rest.
The SHOWS of the mountains in streams have
been led
From the cloud piercing peak to the plain,
And the sands of the desert transmitted te
bread
The clamoring hunger of millions has fed
From their teeming dominions of grain.