Heaped curses on our fevered dream,
That drove us from our homes away,
Athwart the ocean’s furrowed breast,
To find with terror and dismay
That we were houseless Famine’s guests!
My heart grows sick—my eye grows dim,
As o’er the watery waste I gaze,
And powerless droops each nerveless limb,
And manhood’s pride and strength decays.
Adieu, my childhood’s home, for fate