The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1.
John Greenleaf Whittier, Ed.

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[46] O'er the blue western waters
     That shallop had passed,
Where the mists of Penobscot
     Clung damp on her mast.
St. Saviour had looked
     On the heretic sail,
As the songs of the Huguenot
     Rose on the gale.

The pale, ghostly fathers
     Remembered her well,
And had cursed her while passing,
     With taper and bell;
But the men of Monhegan,
     Of Papists abhorred,
Had welcomed and feasted
     The heretic Lord.

They had loaded his shallop
     With dun-fish and ball,
With stores for his larder,
     And steel for his wall.
Pemaquid, from her bastions
     And turrets of stone,
Had welcomed his coming
     With banner and gun.

And the prayers of the elders
     Had followed his way,
As homeward he glided,
     Down Pentecost Bay.
Oh, well sped La Tour!
     For, in peril and pain,