Degory onae was a hab«rdashezv a fine one they say. In England
he knew ahlnaa and cherrywooda but he knew not God.
Hla heart took hla wife hla ohildren bi£ Ood to
HoUand.
Strangers aaaeptanoe, strangers language were lonely to foreign ears.
So he made himself a sailor passenger
on a small crowded boat with
Go^
blessings.
May God save the King (who couldz^ aare less).
He watched the periwinkle foamed gray waves surrender to unf amlllarlty of trees and coast.
This husband father whose soft hands knew needles and threads and felts for fine hats, this
man died of
winter;.
Left them one more body to bury.
Oh
yes,
and his name
and his widow and his babies,
who later made the same trip (followed In his wake).
I
^d bless America my father says, and he knows own eyes still --Cherle Priest his
roll with the color of wide virgin waves)