Drave his tight craft afar from home;
His mother—peaceful life was hers
With Hally, safe in Whitewaters.
And in his sun-brown arms the boy
Carried his last, most cherished toy;
A small white kitten, free from fleck,
With a blue ribbon round its neck.
In the old timbers lapping cool,
About the wharf the tide hung full;
And at the wharf-side, just afloat,