The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1917-11-24
PRAISE THE LORD!"
Thanksgiving Song in Bos.
ton Harbor Rings in
the Ears Today.

"Ds ,', today d day .'' ~ I' o". .,r Inc '''''
Borne from the hills of Bostor
bay
Through five times fifty years.
When Winthrop's fleet from yarmouth
crept
Out to the open main.
And through the widening waters swept
In April sun and rain.
pray to the Lord with fervent lips
The leader shouted, Pray"
And prayer arose from all the ships
As faded Yarmouth bay.
They passed the Scilly isles that day,
And May-days came, and June,
And thrice upon the ocean lay
The full orb of the moon.
And as that day. OF Yarmouth bay,
Ere England sunk from view,
While yet the ripping Solent lay
In April skies of blue.
Pray to the Lord with ~fervent lips
Each morn was shouted. pray
And prayer arose from all the ships,
AS first in Yarmouth bay;
Blew warm the breeze DER western seas,
Through Maytime morns, and June,
Till hailed these souls the Isles of Shoals,
Low meath the summer moon;
And as Cape Ann arose to view,
And Norman's Woe they passed,
The wood-doves came the white mists
through,
And circled round each mast,
Pray to the Lord with fervent lips"
Then called the leader, Pray"
And prayer arose from all the ships,
AS first in Yarmouth bay.
Above the sea the hill-tops fair
Gods towers-began to rise,
And odors rare breathe through the air,
Like balms of Paradise.
Through burning skies the ospreys flew,
And near the pine-cooled shores
Danced airy boat and thin canoe,
To flash of sunlit oars.
pray to the Lord with fervent lips"
The leader shouted, Pray
Then prayer arose, and all the ships
Sailed into Boston bay.
The white wings folded, anchors down,
The sea-worn fleet in line.
Fair rose the hills where Boston town
Should rise from clouds of pine;
Fair was the harbor, summit-walled,
And placid lay the sea.
Praise We the Lord" the leader called;
praise We the Lord" spake he. :
"Give thanks to God with fervent lips,
Give thanks to God today"
The anthem rose from all the ships,
Safe moored in Boston bay.
praise We the Lord!" Primeval woods
First heard the ancient song,
And summer hills and %solitudes
The echoes rolled along.
The Red Cross flag of England blew
Above the fleet that day,
While Shawmut's triple peaks in view
In amber hazes lay.
praise We the Lord with fervent lips,
Praise we the Lord today"
The anthem rose from all the ships
Safe moored in Boston bay.
The Arabella leads the song
The Mayf1ower sings below,
That erst the Pilgrims bore along
The Plymouth reefs of snow.
Oh! never be that psalm forgot
That rose Ger Boston bay,
When Winthrop sang, and Endicott,
And Saltonstall. that day;
praise we the Lord with fervent lips,
Praise we the Lord today"
And praise arose from all the ships.
Like prayers in armouth bay.
That psalm our fathers sang we sing,
That psalm of peace and wars,
While DER our heads unfolds its wing
The flag of forty stars.
And while the nation finds a tongue
For nobler gifts to pray,
Twill ever sing the song they sung
That first Thanksgiving day:
"Praise We the Lord with fervent lips.
Praise We the Lord today" 3
So rose the song from all the ships,
Safe moored in Boston bay.
Our fathers prayers have changed to
psalms,
AS David's treasures old
Turned, on the Temples giant arms,
To lily-work of gold.
Ho! vanished ships from Yarmouth's tide,
Hoi ships of Boston bay,
Your prayers have crossed the centuries
wide
To this Thanksgiving day!
We pray to Goo with fervent lips,
We praise the Lord today,
AS prayers arose from Yarmouth ships,
But psalms from Boston bay.
-HeZekiah Butterworth.