Dear home, gales have unseated us, great winds blown
our ships from their moors, laid crops low in the fields
before harvest, undone all we sought to do, as if to prove
Nature allows no equity, only superiority.

Dear home, our sun shines gaily, the breeze blows mildly,
crops rise new and green. Our ships have set sail,
the building of palisades continues, we are safe.

Dear home, we have arrived, the great journey over;
our new endeavour begun. We give prayers of thanks to God.
The land is rich and fertile, we troth to make it great and ourselves
by so doing. Today marks the day our dream comes true.

Dear home, the covenant is signed in the presence of witnesses and God.
We are now equal in this our common goal of founding a colony
far from the sins of this land, unsullied by man’s corruption.