Of the poor little fisherman’s girl, when her friends are dead and gone.
The Ocean Burial.
“Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea,”
The words came low and mournfully,
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his cabin couch at the close of day;
He had wasted and pined till o’er his brow
Death’s shade had slowly pass’d, and now
Where the land and his fond loved home were nigh,