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The Steamer ' Atlantic ' Was Wrecked Near Halifax N S April And Lives Lost	A
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FOR months and years with penury and want	B
And heart sore envy did they dare to cope	C
And mite by mite was saved from earnings scant	D
To buy some future day the God sent hope	C
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They trod the crowded streets of hoary towns	E
Or tilled from year to year the wearied fields	F
And in the shadow of the golden crowns	E
They gasped for sunshine and the health it yields	F
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They turned from homes all cheerless child and man	G
With kindly feelings only for the soil	H
And for the kindred faces pinched and wan	I
That prayed and stayed unwilling at their toil	H
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They lifted up their faces to the Lord	J
And read His answer in the westering sun	K
That called them ever as a shining word	L
And beckoned seaward as the rivers run	K
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They looked their last wet eyed on Swedish hills	M
On German villages and English dales	N
Like brooks that grow from many mountain rills	N
The peasant stream flowed out from Irish vales	N
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Their grief at parting was not all a grief	O
But blended sweetly with the joy to come	P
When from full store they spared the rich relief	O
To gladden all the dear ones left at home	Q
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'We thank thee God ' they cried 'The cruel gate	R
That barred our lives has swung beneath Thy hand	S
Behind our ship now frowns the cruel fate	R
Before her smiles the teeming Promised Land '	-
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Alas when shown in mercy or in wrath	T
How weak we are to read God's awful lore	U
His breath protected on the stormy path	T
And dashed them lifeless on the promised shore	U
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His hand sustained them in the parting woe	V
And gave bright vision to the heart of each	W
His waters bore them where they wished to go	V
Then swept them seaward from the very beach	W
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Their home is reached their fetters now are riven	K
Their humble toil is o'er their rest has come	P
A land was promised and a land is given	K
But oh God help the waiting ones at home	Q

John Boyle O'reilly

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