SAILING
Only last night,
My life! my light!
Sailing the sea ’neath silent moon,
This heart sent thee its sovereign boon;
Thy spirit seemed one glorious gem,
Set in a royal diadem.
Come thou to me,
Over the sea!
Growl and grumble!
Fume and mumble!
Madcaps! let Fury lead the way,
Our loyal ship will reach the bay,
Peace caroleth her song of cheer,
Where love abides there is no fear,
Toss and tumble!
Rage and rumble!
Sing foaming sea,
Sing thou to me!
Praise love in modest litany,
Swell forth one mighty symphony,
Till God’s exultant hosts reply,
Swing low! then high!
Rest draweth nigh!
Breathe yawning Deep,
The breath of Sleep.
FISHIN’
Would you blame a feller any,
If the sun was all aglow,
If his pa had gone to meetin’,
An’ his ma was soon to go.
Then if his ma had rigged him out
In togs for Sunday-school,
If his chum came by and argued
’Twas no need to go by rule.
Is there really any harm,
If a feller does no wrong,
But jus’ takes his fishin’ tackle
An’ goes marchin’ straight along;