William Bradford Poems

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1
I. The Specter of the Indians
In this wilderness, we have lived here,
In happy peace, this four and thirty year,
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2.
A Word To New Plymouth

Oh, poor Plymouth, how dost thou moan!
Thy children, all, are from thee gone;
And left thou art, in widow's state-
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3.
A Word To New England

Oh New England, thou canst not boast;
Thy former glory thou hast lost.
When Hooker, Winthrop, Cotton died,
And many precious ones beside,
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From my years young in days of youth,
God did make known to me his truth,
And call'd me from my native place
For to enjoy the means of grace
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5.
Of Boston In New England

Oh Boston, though thou now art grown
To be a great and wealthy town,
Yet I have seen thee a void place,
Shrubs and bushes covering thy face.
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6.
A Word To New Plymouth

Oh, poor Plymouth, how dost thou moan!
Thy children, all, are from thee gone;
And left thou art, in widow's state-
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Blessed Robinson hath run his race,
From earth to heaven is gone,
To be with Christ, in heavenly place,
The blessed saints among.
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