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Rh 'Neath the wood That lined the beach a crowd of watchers stood: Tall men spear-aimed, with skins like dusky night, And aspect blended of deep awe and fright. The ship that morn they saw, like some vast bird, Come sailing toward their country; and they heard The voices now of those strange men whose eyes Were turned aloft, who spake unto the skies!

They heard and feared, not knowing, that first prayer. But feared not when the wail arose, for there Was some familiar thing did not appall,— Grief, common heritage and lot of all. They moved and breathed more freely at the cry, And slowly from the wood, and timorously, They one by one emerged upon the beach. The white men saw, and like to friends did reach Their hands unarmed; and soon the dusky crowd Drew nigh and stood where wailed the mother loud. They claimed her kindred, they could understand