an appeal for seamen.
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Prayers for the early dead!
Of fervent thanksgiving and holy trust,
Through Him, the Conqueror over death, be said,
Above their sleeping dust.
Of fervent thanksgiving and holy trust,
Through Him, the Conqueror over death, be said,
Above their sleeping dust.
Songs for the early dead!
Wherewith to cheer the heart of sorrowing love.
They sweep their golden harps with those who tread
Celestial courts above.
Wherewith to cheer the heart of sorrowing love.
They sweep their golden harps with those who tread
Celestial courts above.
Thus crown the early dead,
Whose grave is even as a hallowed shrine.
With all pure things and bright their names are wed,
In union most divine.
Whose grave is even as a hallowed shrine.
With all pure things and bright their names are wed,
In union most divine.
AN APPEAL FOR SEAMEN.
For those who, faint and lone,
In sunshine and in storm their vigils keep,
And fearless brave the dangers of the deep,
We raise the pleading tone:
Ye who can boast a shrine, a hearth, a home,
Forget not those "a world of waves" who roam.
In sunshine and in storm their vigils keep,
And fearless brave the dangers of the deep,
We raise the pleading tone:
Ye who can boast a shrine, a hearth, a home,
Forget not those "a world of waves" who roam.
They bear from every shore,
The ice-bound cliff and India's burning strand,
A tide of wealth and glory to our land:
The ice-bound cliff and India's burning strand,
A tide of wealth and glory to our land:
