And lulled me with a prayer to rest.
The red has faded from my cheek,
And bronzed and scarred the boyish face;
Affection’s eye might vainly seek
One lingering lineament to trace.
Shipwrecked, the Sailor’s Home I sought,
My raiment gone, my shipmates dead,
Through poverty reluctant brought,
And there a sober life I led.
But when the evening prayer was said,