And you had married here, and were a father
And prospered in your plans, and all was well.
Nay, more—'tis proved you had a generous heart,
And had been kind to your poor countrymen,
The homeless emigrants who gather here,
Like men escaped from sore calamities,
Where only life is saved from out the wreck.
And one of these, an early friend, who died
Beneath the kindly shelter of your roof,
Left to your care his precious orphan child—