While far o’er all the glassy plain
By mighty Neptune led,
In sadness moves that funeral train,—
Thus Ocean wails her dead!
And now the watch of life is past,
The shattered hulk is moored at last,
Nor e’en the tempest’s thrilling breath
Can wake “the dull, cold ear of death.”
No bitter thoughts of home and loved ones dart
Their untold anguish through the seaman’s heart.