“The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast. And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd.”

“Ay call it holy ground The soil where first they trod. They have left unstained what there they found - Freedom to worship God.”

“The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast. And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd.”

“There is none In all this cold and hollow world no fount Of deep strong deathless love save that within A mother's heart.”

“Ay call it holy ground The soil where first they trod They have left unstained what there they found - Freedom to worship God.”

“In the busy haunts of men.”