The half-killed man to a welcome shore.
And when the wife of the rescued one
Wept him her love for the great deed done,
And fondled him in a warm embrace,
He talked with his honest, kind old face,
And said, “I have shown you nothing new;
It is what we live and love to do.
In lake or river, in sea or bay,
My race are rescuers every day;
In the snowy gulfs, ’mid hills above