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THE WRECK OF THE ATLANTIC.
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His hand sustained them in the parting woe,
And gave bright vision to the heart of each;
His waters bore them where they wished to go,
Then swept them seaward from the very beach!
Their home is reached, their fetters now are riven,
Their humble toil is o'er,—their rest has come;
A land was promised and a land is given,—
But, oh! God help the waiting ones at home!
