our scattered few,
We saw that night what so long we’d known,
that a Glo’ster fishing crew,
Rude and rough and grimed and gruff, had
calmly shown again
That on sea or sod they can meet their God in
the way that beseemeth men!
Then over her sullen bulwarks, as she stamped
and chafed and rolled,
From the night and wreck to her dazzling deck