Contrast the way the conqueror comes with the way the Pilgrims came (stanzas three and four).
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here's the passage

Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England


The breaking waves dash'd high


On a stern and rock-bound coast,


And the woods against a stormy sky


Their giant branches toss'd.


And the heavy night hung dark 5


The hills and waters o'er,


When a band of exiles moor'd their bark* *small ship


On the wild New England shore.


Not as the conqueror comes,


They, the true-hearted, came; 10


Not with the roll of the stirring drums,


And the trumpet that sings of fame;


Not as the flying come,


In silence and in fear;--


They shook the depths of the desert gloom 15


With their [songs] of lofty cheer.


Amidst the storm they sang,


And the stars heard and the sea;


And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang


To the anthem of the free! 20


The ocean eagle soar'd


From his nest by the white wave's foam;


And the rocking pines of the forest roar'd--


This was their welcome home!


There were men with hoary hair 25


Amidst that pilgrim band;--


Why had they come to wither there,--


Away from their childhood's land?


There was woman's fearless eye,


Lit by her deep love's truth; 30


There was manhood's brow serenely high,


And the fiery heart of youth.


What sought they thus afar?


Bright jewels of the mine?


The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?-- 35


They sought a faith's pure shrine!


Ay, call it holy ground,


The soil where first they trod!


They have left unstain'd what there they found--


Freedom to worship God. 40