The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1917-11-23
PRAISE THELORD!"
Thanksgiving Song in Bos.
ton Harbor Rings in
the Ears Today.

l. Borne from the hills Of Boston
bay
Through FIVE times fifty years.
When Winthrop's fleet from Yarmouth
crept
Out To tho open main.
And through the widening waters swept.
In April sun and rain.
Pray 60 the Lord with ferveut lips"
The leader shouted. PRAY"
And prayer arose from all the ships
AS faded Yarmouth bay
They passed the sciny isles that day,
Aud M1y-days came. and June,
And thrice upon the ocean lay
The full orb Of the moon
Aud as that dGy. on Yarmouth bay,
IRE England sunk from view
While yet the ripping Soltnt lay
In April sEics Of blue.
PRAY to The Lord with fervent Inns"
Each morn was shouted. pray"
And prayer arose from all the ships.
IS first in Yarmouth bay;
Blew warm the breeze DER western seas,
Through Nayt!me moruG. and June.
TIL hailed these souls the Isles OF Shoals.
Low meath the summer moon;
Ana aa cape Ann arose 10 view,
ANA NorWaus Woe they passed.
The wood-C0vo5 came the white mlsts
through.
Ana circlad round each mast.
PRAY 10 the Lord with fervent lips"
Then called the leader. pray"
And prayer arose from ell the ships,
As first IN Yarmouth bay.
Above tho sea the hill-tors fair
Gods towcrs-began to rise.
And odors rare breathe through the air,
Like balms Of Paradise
Through burning skies tho ospreys flew.
And near the pine-Coolod shores
Danced airy boat and thin canoe.
To flash OF sunlit oars.
PRAY 20 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 feet In line.
Fair rose the hills where Boston town
Should rise from clouds OF pine:
Fair was the harhor. summit-walled,
And placid lay the sea.
praise We the Lord" the leader called:
'Prase 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 solltudes
The echoes rolled along.
The Red Cross flag OF England blew
Above the feet that day.
While Shawmut's triple peaks in view
In amber hazes lay
"Praisc ye the Lord with fervent lips.
Praise We the Lord today"
The anthem rose from all the ships
Safe moored in Boston bay.
The Arabela leads the song
The Maynower sings below.
That orst the Pilgrims bore along
The Plymouth reefs OF snow.
on never be that psalm forgot
That rose DER Boston bay,
When Winthrop sang. and Indlcott
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 Yarmouth 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 n tongue
For nobler gifts "a pray.
Twill ever sing the song thew sung
That first Thanksgiving day:
"praise We the Lord with fervent lips.
Praise ye the Lord today"
So rose the sonr 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.
IIo! vanished ships from Yarmouth's tide,
IIo! ships of Boston bay.
Your prayers have crossed the centuries
wide
TO this Thanksgiving day!
We pray 10 God with fcrvent lips,
We praise the Lord today.
As prayers arose from Yarmouth ships.
But psalms from Boston bay.
-EioZekiah Butterworth.