1620 1920 December tKe T-wenty-first Celebration by the State of Connecticut of the Tercentenary Anniversary of the Landing of the Pilgrim Fatkers and Motkers at Plymoutli Rock "A great ho[^c and inward zcall they had of laying some good foundation, or at least to make some way thereunto . . . yea, though they should be but even as steplDing-stones unto others for ye perjorming of so great a work." — From Bradford's "History of Plymouth Plantation," Page 32 CELEBRATION As Authorized by the Connecticut Legislature of 1919 in commemoration of the Three Hundredth Anniversary OF THE Landing of the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock 1620 Parsons Theatre Hartford, Connecticut December the Twenty-first 1920 AT two-thirty o'clock, P. M. ^y-/^7-r- LIBRARY OF CONGKESS RECEIVED AUQS4t92l DOCUMENTS DIVISION " Thus oul of smalle beginnings greater things have been prodused by His hand yt made all things of nothing, and gives being to all things that are; and as one smalle candle may light a thousand, so ye light there kindled hath shone to many, yea, in some sorte to our whole nation." — From Bradford's "History of Plymouth Plantation," Page 332 PROGRAM Xhe Honorable Simeon E. Bald-win Presiding Singing By the Audience Led by the Boys' and Girls' Glee Clubs of the Hartford Public High School Ralph L. Baldwin Musical Director A Message from the State of Connecticut INVOCATION Reverend Rockwell Harmon Potter, D. D. Minister of the First Church of Christ in Hartford, Organized 1632 FOREFATHER'S HYMN Tune, Duke Street O God, beneath Thy guiding hand, Our exiled fathers crossed the sea ; And when they trod the wintry strand, With prayer and psalm they worshipped Thee. Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer: Thy blessing came; and still its power Shall onward, through all ages, bear The memory of that holy hour. Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod The God they trusted guards their graves. And here Thy name, O God of Love, Their children's children shall adore. Till these eternal hills remove And spring adorns the earth no more. — Leonard B.\coN. 1833. "A PUBLIC LETTER FROM THE STATE OF CONNECTICUT TO THE CHILDREN OF HER SCHOOLS " Read by Miss Clara M. Coe A group of Melodies from the Pilgrim Psalm Book Sung by the Glee Clubs EXPLANATORY STATEMENT BY Professor Waldo S. Pratt, Mus. D. 'BOW DOWN THINE EAR" From Psalm 86 Bow down Thine ear, Jehovah, answer me, For I am poor, afflicted and needy. Keep Thou my soul, for merciful am I ; My God, Thy servant save, that trusts in Thee. Jehovah, be Thou gracious to me. For all the day call unto Thee do I. Thy servant's soul rejoice Thou cheerfully. For, Lord, I lift my soul up unto Thee. 'BY BABEL'S RIVERS, From Psalm 137 By Babel's rivers, there sat we. Yea, wept, when we did mind Sion. The willows that amidst it be Our harps we hanged them upon. For songs of us there ask did they That had us captive led along. And mirth, they that us heaps did lay "Sing unto us some Sion's song! " Jehovah's song how sing shall we Within a foreign people's land? Jerusalem, if 1 do thee Forget, forget let my right hand! Cleave let my tongue to my palate. If I do not in mind thee bear. If I Jerusalem do not Above my chief est joy prefer I 'CONFESS JEHOVAH, From Psalm 136 Confess Jehovah thankfully, For He is good, for His mercy Continueth for ever. To God of gods confess do ye, Because His bountiful mercy Continueth for ever. Unto the Lord of lords confess. Because His merciful kindness Continueth for ever. To Him that doth Himself only Things wondrous great, for His mercy Continueth for ever. Which in our base state minded us. Because His mercy gracious Continueth for ever. And from our foes did us release, Because His merciful kindness Continueth for ever. Which giveth food unto all flesh, Because His merciful kindness Continueth for ever. To God of heavens confess do ye, Because His bountiful mercy Continueth for ever. Reading of THE PILGRIM COMPACT By Colonel Charles Edward Thompson Governor (Connecticut Society of Mayflower Descendants All Sing 'AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL" To the Tune of Materna O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties, Above the fruited plain; America! America! God shed His grace on thee. And crown thy good with brotherhood. From sea to shining sea. O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness; America ! America ! God mend thine every flaw. Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law. O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife. When valiantly, for man's avail. Men lavished precious life; America! America! May God thy gold refine, Till all success be nobleness, And every gain divine. O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years. Thine alabaster cities gleam, Undimmed by human tears; America! America! God shed His grace on Thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood. From sea to shining sea. — Katherine Lee Bates. 1904. Address by Provost Williston Walker, Ph. D., D. D., L. H. D. of Yale University "WHY WE HONOR THE PILGRIMS" Singing by the Boys' and Girls' Glee Clubs (a) "THE VOYAGE OF THE MAYFLOWER' Out across the broad blue ocean, Daring wind and wave, In their hearts a firm devotion, Sailed the Pilgrims brave. Calm or tempest might betide them Still with purpose grand Fared they on with faith to guide them To their chosen land. On and on the Mayflower plowing Through the trackless deep, Bore the ones with fervor vowing Heaven" s pledge to keep. Through the lonely sea that held it In its mighty scope. Strove that ship while truth impelled it Toward the land of hope. With their valor tried and tested, Their long voyage o'er. Home at last the Pilgrims rested On a new found shore. There they toiled with faith undaunted And with purpose high, And in their splendid zeal they planted Truth that shall not die. — Nixon Waterman. (6) "LAND OF OUR HEARTS" Land of our hearts, upon whose bounteous breast Earth's weary sons from many lands find rest. Bind us in love, that we may truly be One blood, one nation, everlastingly. — John Hall Ingham. All Sing "AMERICA" My country! 'tis of thcc. Sweet land of liberty. Of thcc I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the Pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring! My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free. Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills. My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze. And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song : Let mortal tongues awake. Let all that breathe partake. Let rocks their silence break. The sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might. Great God, our King. — S.F.Smith. 1832. BENEDICTION By the Right Reverend Chauncey Bunce Brewster, D.D. Appreciation is extended to Messrs. Gallup & Alfred for the use of the Mason and Hamlin Piano. LiBRftRY OF CONGRESS llliiiiii!''^ 014 069 222 %