Tremendous lightnings flash from shore to shore:
Seas dash the shaking rocks—seas mount the flaming sky,
And elements convuls’d, speak dissolution nigh.
Such scenes as these (while tossing on the waves,
True to his duty still) the manly sailor braves;
Such was my Boy—(whose eyes could never weep
But for his neighbour’s woes) now swallow’d in the deep.
Oh! agonizing pain—pain never felt before— |  | |
My manly boy—my John—my Sailor is no more; | ||
Still let me mourn with hope——and God adore: |
With hope, to see my sailor once again
Floating on seas of bliss, thro’ th’ azure main: