Come, Haiti,
Rest beneath the oak.
Sit here upon this Rock
And rest a little while.
Take this canteen,
And drink of its water.
You must be tired and weary;
Eat a little victuals for strength.
Wash your feet
In the basin there.
Lie down in yonder tent
And rest upon the cot.
The journey ahead is long.
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A beautiful tribute to a hurting people. Another nation that has endures so much and is in such need. Love the imagery and metaphor, which yields a powerful message. My vote is a 10+++