Classic Poem

Uplifted be the voice of praise
As far and near, beloved Town,
Thy children throng from many ways
Thy fourfold jubilee to crown!

Still echoed in thy history
We catch the high heroic strain,
The Pilgrim faith that crossed the sea
For truth and right and freedom's gain.

And worthy sons of noble sires
Have passed the torch of knowledge on
Through paths of peace and battle-fires
Have to the old new triumphs won.

We reap the fields the fathers cleared,
The harvest of their toil and care;
The ampler life by them upreared,
Fulfilment of their faith and prayer.

O Thou by whom our fathers wrought,
Our strength through all the ages down,
Whose Providence thus far hath brought,
Still guard and bless our ancient Town!