I saw the huge billow rise high!
I saw my lost treasure appear!
'Like a dream it seem'd passing away:—
I hurried me onward to meet,
And clasp the inanimate clay,
When senseless I sunk at his feet.
'These hands, now enfeebled by time,
The last pious offices paid!
Age sorrow'd o'er youth in its prime,
And my boy near his mother was laid.