A Poem of Immigrants

Across the sea

Far from home

We find a land

To call our own

A free place

Of liberty

With arms wide open

Waiting, calling, "Come to me"


Hopes we have

Of finding there

Freedom to worship God

Without fear

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England we leave

Holland, too

Traveling across wide sea

To find a home that's new

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The journey, harsh

The storms, strong

We grow weak

Sickness visits near all

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Friends and Strangers

Pilgrims we

Came to land

Of liberty

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First few years

Of hardships full

But by God's grace

We survived all

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God bless this land

America

This free land

To which we come


Across the sea

Far from home

We find a land

To call our own

A free place

Of liberty

With arms wide open

Waiting, calling, "Come to me"


We hope to find

Food and peace

War and famine

Are terrible beasts

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Ireland our home

We leave behind

Friends and family

Who have died

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On new ships

With steam for sail

Atlantic is crossed

Our companion a gale

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The first thing

That we did see

Was the magnificent

Statue of Liberty

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Work is hard

Living is poor

But our grandchildren

Will some day soar

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God bless this land

America

Which our children will say with pride

They are from


Across the sea

Far from home

We find a land

To call our own

A free place

Of liberty

With arms wide open

Waiting, calling, "Come to me"


A place of hope

We journey to

Starting our lives

There, a-new

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Around the world

We are from

Our destination,

America

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By many means

We find our way

By sea, land

And air-o-plane

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We come and mix

In the great Melting Pot

We give and receive cultures

We give and receive a lot

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For most the journey

Is rough to tread

But it's worth it

In the end

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So, God bless this land

America

A part of which

We have become