First Look
We've been at sea for too long
I'm past illness now
But oh, how I yearn for land
I don't care if it's the New World
I'd even return to Scrooby or Plymouth
Say what my parents will about
America
Our hope
Where our freedom reigns
In the silent, untouched
Paradise
Oh, my brother calls from the rail
They have seen gulls
But what of that?
We have been at sea for
Sixty or so days
I've lost count
I'm tired and miserable
What have we to look forward to?
Hard work
To build a life out of a wilderness
I look forward
Over the grey Atlantic
And I see a shape
Deep blue
Rising out of the endless waves
Now putting a barrier, and ending
On the long months of waiting
I forget my anxieties
Crying, "Land, land!"
Hope is forward
There is America
Our home
And we will work
And build a settlement
And build a nation
A nation of freedom