Sailors' Song Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

We oft' will share those soft spun lores
'neath the care of that starry dome
Oh! The place our heart most adores
Far removed from those sundering shores
Where ever our souls may roam
This is the place our desire implores, home

O'er those distant and glassy beaches
Though languid and languishing they seem to we
Oh! The mournful distance teaches!
As we sail the far flung reaches
How that ever limitless horizon leaches
And none can hear our mighty plea
For the waving ocean loudly preaches, 'No home to see! '

Home! Where our hearts' shadows' cast
Even though we love the oceans wide
Beautifully deep and infinitely vast
Has swallowed us at long last
Though we knew that battle could collide
Only little have we ask'd
and now, towards home we stride.