Classic Poem

My brethren all attend,
And list to my relation:
This is the day, mark what I say,
Tends to your renovation;
Stay not among the Wicked,
Lest that with them you perish,
But let us to New-England go,
And the Pagan People cherish;
Then for the truths sake come along, come along,
Leave this place of Superstition:
Were it not for we, that the Brethren be,
You would sink into Perdition.

There you may teach our hymns
Without the Laws controllment:
We need not fear the Bishops there,
Nor Spiritual-Courts inrollment;
Nay, the Surplice shall not fright us,
Nor superstitious blindness;
Nor scandals rise when we disguise,
And our Sisters kiss in kindness;
Then for the truths sake come along, come along,
Leave this place of Superstition:
Were it not for we, that the Brethren be,
You would sink into Perdition.

For Company I fear not,
There goes my Cousin Hannah ;
And Ruben , so persuades to go
My Cousin, Joyce, Susanna ,
With Abigal and Faith ,
And Ruth , no doubt, comes after;
And Sarah kind, will not stay behind,
My Cousin Constance Daughter;
Then for the truths sake come along, come along,
Leave this place of Superstition:
Were it not for we, that the Brethren be,
You would sink into Perdition.

Now Tom Tyler is prepared,
And the Smith as black as a coal;
Ralph Cobbler too with us will go,
For he regards his soul;
And the Weaver, honest Simon ,
With Prudence, Jacobs Daughter,
And Sarah , she, and Barbary
Professeth to come after;
Then for the truths sake come along, come along,
Leave this place of Superstition:
Were it not for we, that the Brethren be,
You would sink into Perdition.

When we, that are elected,
Arrive in that fair Country,
Even by our faith, as the Brethren saith,
We will not fear our entry;
The Psalms shall be our Musick,
And our time spent in expounding,
Which in our zeal we will reveal
To the brethrens joy abounding;
Then for the truths sake come along, come along,
Leave this place of Superstition:
Were it not for we, that the Brethren be,
You would sink into Perdition.