THE MIDSHIPMAN'S BIBLE.
OUT upon the unruffled wave lying,
Is seen the weather-beaten craft—and sighing
Through her sails the sea breeze comes—as high o'er
Her masts the wildly screaming sea birds soar.
Upon the lone beach there stand side by side
A mother and her son, her joy and pride.
And as she marks that dark and deep blue eye,
With long drawn kiss arrests the deep drawn sigh—
With low sad parting words she in his hands,
Upon the lone and ever yellow sands,
The Holy Book does place; and with a heart
Almost breaking within her, there does part
From him, the widow's only cherished pride;
Then as the sailor lad does face the wide
Expansive ocean's breast, with tear dimmed eyes
He sees her much loved form fast fade, and sighs
Is seen the weather-beaten craft—and sighing
Through her sails the sea breeze comes—as high o'er
Her masts the wildly screaming sea birds soar.
Upon the lone beach there stand side by side
A mother and her son, her joy and pride.
And as she marks that dark and deep blue eye,
With long drawn kiss arrests the deep drawn sigh—
With low sad parting words she in his hands,
Upon the lone and ever yellow sands,
The Holy Book does place; and with a heart
Almost breaking within her, there does part
From him, the widow's only cherished pride;
Then as the sailor lad does face the wide
Expansive ocean's breast, with tear dimmed eyes
He sees her much loved form fast fade, and sighs
