Have you found a father, mother,
In that distant clime to love,
Or a sister, friend, or brother,
Better than the long-tried prove?
“Oh, no! believe us, no such motives
Prompt us to tempt old ocean’s wave;
We go among the poor benighted,
Perhaps to find an early grave.
“Ah! you know not half our anguish—
Only those who feel can tell—