Tossed upon the waves of sea
Holding fast to life's last breath
Rowing strong that all might be
Delivered from the hand of Death
This boy who rowed until his last
He was unknown until he died
Yet left behind there was a past
A mother on a shore that cried
"My son, my cherished little boy
He left my side so young and quick
To seek a dream and chase a joy
But left behind his mother sick.
"Return to me, my boy so dear
Let not the sea e'er own your soul
For she's a power that I doth fear
She'll take my heart and leave a hole.
"Remember this, my plea, my cry
And come straight back into my arms
And fight for life you must not die
I pray your soul be free from harms."
This prayer was dashed upon the waves
That battered keel and tore our sail
And sent this crew to wat'ry graves
And drove a mother's heart to fail.
This boy a youth to Sea had gone
But lane before us in this hour
Now lies a man for all he's done
He broke the chains of youth's trite pow'r
A silent word let us now pay
Reminding us of lives He blest
Beneath these trees in dirt and clay
His body worn and laid to rest.
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