Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — Boston

St. Bototlph's Town! Hither across the plains        &nbsp And fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,        &nbsp There came a Saxon monk, and founded here        &nbsp A Priory, pillaged by marauding Danes, So that thereof no vestige now remains;        &nbsp Only a name, that, spoken loud and clear,        &nbsp And echoed in another hemisphere,        &nbsp Survives the sculptured walls and painted panes. St. Botolph's Town! Far over leagues of land        &nbsp And leagues of sea looks forth its noble tower,        &nbsp And far around the chiming bells are heard; So may that sacred name forever stand        &nbsp A landmark, and a symbol of the power,        &nbsp That lies concentred in a single word.