  CHAPTER XXIII LEGENDS OF THE OLD STONE HOUSE Transcriber's Note: Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation in the original document have been preserved. THE BIRTH OF THE NATION'Tis just three hundred years ago We sailed through unknown Narrows And landed on an unknown coast Amid a flight of arrows. We planted England's standard there, And taught the Western savage. In its defence we lightly held His tomahawk and ravage. And there, between two forest trees, We raised our first rude altar; Roofed by a storm-rent sail we read Old England's Prayers and Psalter, An echo in the strange, new land Awoke to slumber never: It caught old England's battle-word— "God and my Right" forever! THE BIRTH OF THE NATION JAMESTOWN, 1607 BY ILLUSTRATIONS New York Copyright, 1907, Set up and electrotyped. Published March, 1907. Norwood Press To |
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