Where truly doleful was the sight <br />Sad and mournful parting To see what sights and sobs and prayers <br />Did sound among them looking for tomorrow What tears did enthusiasm from every eye <br />And pithy speeches pierced each heart with sorrow But ye tide which stays for no man <br />Calling them away that were thus loathe <br />To depart to a foreign land Thy reverend Pastor falling down on his <br />Knees with watery cheeks commended <br />Them with most fervent prayer And there at the river "text" <br />Ezra 8"21 I proclaimed a fast <br />That we might humble ourselves before <br />Our God at last Seek of him a right way for us and for <br />Our children to serve his grounds But they knew they were pilgrims and <br />Looked for praise, freedom they <br />Were bound In the double darkness of night and thick ocean fog <br />And howling winds they ran with all sails spread Thunderbolt's tearing apart the rough breathing <br />New England coast line filled with razor sharp piercing rocks They fell with that land made is <br />called Cape Cod<br /><br />Baron Norman Sylvester VonFeister III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voyage-of-the-mayflower-dedicated-to-the-ame/
