"One righteous word for Law—the common will; One living truth of Faith—God regnant still; One primal test of Freedom—all combined; One sacred Revolution—change of mind; One trust unfailing for the night and need— The tyrant-flower shall cast the freedom-seed. So held they firm, the Fathers aye to be, From Home to Holland, Holland to the sea— Pilgrims for manhood, in their little ship, Hope in each heart and prayer on every lip. They could not live by king-made codes and creeds; They chose the path where every footstep bleeds. Protesting, not rebelling; scorned and banned; Through pains and prisons harried from the land; Through double exile,—till at last they stand Apart from all,—unique, unworldly, true, Selected grain to sow the earth anew; A winnowed part—a saving remnant they; Dreamers who work—adventurers who pray!"