“Guiana, whose rich feet are mines of gold, Whose forehead knocks against the roof of stars, Stands on her tiptoes, at fair England looking, Kissing her hand, bowing her mighty breast, And every sign of all submission making, To be her sister, and the daughter both Of our most sacred Maid. … And there do palaces and temples rise Out of the earth and kiss the enamored skies, Where New Britannia humbly kneels to Heaven, The world to her, and both at her blest feet In whom the circles of all empire meet.”[256] In similar strain, Drayton, who flourished under James the First, says of Virginia:-- “And ours to hold Virginia, Earth’s only paradise. “Where Nature hath in store Fowl, venison, and fish, And the fruitfull’st soil, Without your toil, Three harvests more, All greater than your wish. … “To whose the Golden Age Still Nature’s laws doth give, No other cares that ’tend But them to defend From winter’s age, That long there doth not live.”[257] Daniel, poet-laureate and contemporary, seemed to foresee the spread of our English speech, anticipating our own John Adams:-- “And who (in time) knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T’ enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds, in th’ yet unformèd Occident, May come refined with th’ accents that are ours?”[258] The emigration prompted by conscience and for the sake of religious liberty inspired the pious and poetical Herbert to famous verses:-- “Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand.”[259] The poet died in 1632, twelve years after the landing of the Pilgrims at Plymouth, and only two years after the larger movement of the Massachusetts Company, which began the settlement of Boston. The verses saw the light with difficulty, being refused the necessary license; but the functionary at last yielded, calling the author “a divine poet,” and expressing the hope that “the world will not take him to be an inspired prophet.”[260] Fuller, writing a little later, was perhaps moved by Herbert, when he said: “I am confident that America, though the youngest sister of the four, is now grown marriageable, and daily hopes to get Christ to her husband by the preaching of the Gospel.”[261] In a different vein, a contemporary poet, the favorite of Charles the First, Thomas Carew, in a masque performed by the monarch and his courtiers at Whitehall, February 18, 1633, made sport of New England, saying that it had “purged more virulent humors from the politic body than guaiacum and all the West Indian drugs have from the natural bodies of this kingdom.”[262] But these words uttered at the English Court were praise.