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The Landing
With flag unfurled along the shore they sailBy pleasant cove and by the rippling beach,
Till heard from land the joyous Planters' hail,
As they a fitting place for anchorage search.
These Planters welcome them with homely cheer,
In their log cabins, on the rising ground;
O'erjoyed from distant friends again to hear,
That with success at length their prayers are crowned!
Their joy how full how deep they only know,
Who, sick with hope deferred, have waited long;
What solitude was theirs, who here had dwelt
Through two long winters in this forest wild,
And many a storm and sad privation felt,
By hope of aid from father-land beguiled!
Poem No. 428–835a; c. 1878–80
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