Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis) The rocky nook with hilltops three Looked eastward from the farms, And twice each day the flowing sea Took Boston in its arms; The men of yore were stout and poor, And sailed for bread to every shore. And where they went on trade intent They did what freeman can, Their dauntless ways did all men praise, The merchant was a man. The world was made for honest trade,- To plant and eat be none afraid. The waves that rocked them on the deep To them their secret told; Said the winds that sung the lads to sleep, 'Like us be free and bold!' The honest waves refuse to slaves The empire of the ocean caves. Old Europe groans with palaces, Has lords enough and more;- We plant and build by foaming seas A city of the poor;-
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