Emily Mary Kingston
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Yond boatman! Who rules the brine and tide,
And the rolling waves that sweep and ride,
Upon their foamy chariots of mist and dew-
To distant lands cleaved away from view.
The tempestuous ocean waits to embrace
That little boat: the winds all rave-
Through the heart of the still night to trace-
That sign of life to its silent grave.
The wrathful waves attempt to end
That vessel’s existence gladly spent;
Great sailor! The guide from death to glory,
Who leads the boat on its path to victory.
Time is the captain who steers the ship,
When the ...