Poem by Robert Lee Frost

Immigrants

No ship of all that under sail or steam
Have gathered people to us more and more
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream
Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.

1. A Peck of Gold
2. On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
3. Sand Dunes
4. To Earthward
5. The Onset

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