In port, with her cargo of sorrow;

In port, with her burden of grief;

With her heavy toll to the cruel sea,

And to Death, the grim, gray thief.

 

The pitiful skies bend near her.

The sea and the shallows moan;

“And what of companions, once close-knit?”

“They are parted, and alone.”

 

But the brave, the loved and the daring.

That they left to the ocean tide.

They shall, one day, find them waiting,

In God’s land, on the “Other Side.”