“The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest: When Summer’s throned on high, And the world’s warm breast is in verdure dressed, Go, stand on the hill where they lie. The earliest ray of the golden day On that hallowed spot is cast, And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, Looks kindly on that spot last.” No spot in Plymouth is so interesting to the antiquary as Burial Hill. Here are the sites of the Pilgrims’ fort and watch-tower. Here sleep the early settlers of the colony, the heroes of the Revolution and of our later wars, and the men who went “down to the sea in ships” and braved dangers, in the days of Plymouth’s maritime glory. Here are to be seen the rude symbols of the…
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