Look on the travellers kneeling, <br />In thankful gladness, here, <br />As the boat that brought them o'er the lake, <br />Goes steaming from the pier. <br /> <br />'Tis Harry, like a girl disguised, <br />His mother, like a boy, <br />But the father kneels beside them, <br />And their hearts are full of joy. <br /> <br />No man can buy or sell them, <br />No trader chase them more, <br />The land of freedom has been gained, <br />The good Canadian shore. <br /> <br />And they are strangers on the soil, <br />As poor as poor can be, <br />But the English flag above them floats, <br />They know that they are free.<br /><br />Harriet Beecher Stowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arrival-in-the-land-of-freedom/
