A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 the two hundredth anniversary of the incorporation of the town |
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 | A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 |  |
Not so those Pilgrims of the olden time;
No lust of sudden wealth—no haunting crime
Pursued them from their home; they came to seek
A safe asylum, where to think and speak
The deep convictions of their minds was deemed
No sin—and where a purer spirit streamed
Brightening the souls of men, than they had found
In the corrupted courts on English ground.
No lust of sudden wealth—no haunting crime
Pursued them from their home; they came to seek
A safe asylum, where to think and speak
The deep convictions of their minds was deemed
No sin—and where a purer spirit streamed
Brightening the souls of men, than they had found
In the corrupted courts on English ground.
| A poem delivered in the first congregational church in the town of Quincy, May 25, 1840 | |