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Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail,Pass from the shore and darken all the strand.
— Emigration
Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail,Pass from the shore and darken all the strand.
Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed,To traverse climes beyond the Western main.
From the vine-land, from the Rhine-land, The liberty they dreamed of by the Danube, Elbe, and Suir.
At the gate of the West I stand,We call them "scum o' the earth."
