Felicia Dorothea Hemans (25 September 1793 – 16 May 1835 / Liverpool, England)

''The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud though childlike form.''

''There came a burst of thunder sound;
The boy—Oh! where was he?
MAsk of the winds, that far around
With fragments strewed the sea;—''

''The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,''

''What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealthy of seas, the spoils of war?—
They sought a faith's pure shrine!

Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod;
They have left unstained what there they found,—
Freedom to worship God.''

''And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.''