Lay me to rest in some fair spot,
Where sound of waters near,
And songs of sailors in their ships,
Shall reach my waiting ear.
Where I shall catch the Captain’s call
” All hands again to sea ! ”
Whence, swift embarking, I may fare
To founts of life to be.
Fare to the dreamed-of lands that lie
Beyond the port of death ;
Fare to the Dawn of whose glad realms
God sometimes whispereth.
“With hope of flowers that lift their heads
After the night is past ;
And joy of sailors in their ships,
When home’s in sight at last.
(Charles Granville)
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