Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Seekerville is closed for Independence Day.
Please join us in celebrating the birth of our country.
And those who came were resolved to be Englishmen,
Gone to the world’s end, but English every one,
And they ate the white corn-kernels, parched in the sun.
And they knew it not, but they’d not be English again.
They would try, they would swear they were, they would drink the toast,
They would loyally petition and humbly pray
And over them was another sort of day
And in their veins was another, a different ghost.
For the country is where the life is, not elsewhere.
The country is where the heart and the blood are given.
They could swear to be English by every oath under heaven.
It did not alter the country by a hair.
Taken from a poem by Stephen Vincent Benét which is posted in Jamestown, Virginia, the first permanent English settlement (est. 1607) in what is now the United States of America.