Alone in my Gethsemane,
I quaff the cup without repining,
For God, I feel thou’rt still with me.
Meekly obey the mandate given
That purifies the soul for heaven.
Stranger.His cradle-hymn still chanted to the grave.
Sailor.The circle, sir—the end and the beginning—
The two ends of the chain are linked together.
Stranger.You said he had a boy.
Sailor.I said not so.