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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Loss of the Emigrants</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Steamer ' Atlantic ' Was Wrecked Near Halifax, N. S., April1, 1873, And 560 Lives Lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>FOR months and years, with penury and want <br>And heart-sore envy did they dare to cope; <br>And mite by mite was saved from earnings scant, <br>To buy, some future day, the God-sent hope. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They trod the crowded streets of hoary towns, <br>Or tilled from year to year the wearied fields, <br>And in the shadow of the golden crowns <br>They gasped for sunshine and the health it yields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They turned from homes all cheerless, child and man, <br>With kindly feelings only for the soil, <br>And for the kindred faces, pinched and wan, <br>That prayed, and stayed, unwilling, at their toil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lifted up their faces to the Lord, <br>And read His answer in the westering sun <br>That called them ever as a shining word, <br>And beckoned seaward as the rivers run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They looked their last, wet-eyed, on Swedish hills, <br>On German villages and English dales; <br>Like brooks that grow from many mountain rills <br>The peasant-stream flowed out from Irish vales. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their grief at parting was not all a grief, <br>But blended sweetly with the joy to come, <br>When from full store they spared the rich relief <br>To gladden all the dear ones left at home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We thank thee, God!' they cried; 'The cruel gate <br>That barred our lives has swung beneath Thy hand;<br>Behind our ship now frowns the cruel fate,<br>Before her smiles the teeming Promised Land!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! when shown in mercy or in wrath, <br>How weak we are to read God's awful lore! <br>His breath protected on the stormy path,<br>And dashed them lifeless on the promised shore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hand sustained them in the parting woe, <br>And gave bright vision to the heart of each <br>His waters bore them where they wished to go, <br>Then swept them seaward from the very beach!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their home is reached, their fetters now are riven, <br>Their humble toil is o'er,—their rest has come; <br>A land was promised and a land is given,— <br>But, oh! God help the waiting ones at home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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FOR months and years, with penury and want 
And heart-sore envy did they dare to cope; 
And mite by mite was saved from earnings scant, 
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