The Sailor's Grave


The Sailor’s grave.

Our, bark was far, far from the land,
When the fairest of our gallant band
Grew deadly pale, and weaned away,
Like the twilight of an Autumn day.
We had watch’d him through long hours of pain,
Our cares were great, our hopes in vain:
Death’s stroke he gave no coward’s alarm.
But he smiled, and died in his messmate’s arms.’

We had no costly winding-sheet,
We placed two round shots at his feet:
He lays in his hammock as snug and as sound
As a king in his long shroud, marble-bound;
We proudly deck’d his funeral vest
With the Starry-Flag upon his breast!..
We gave h m this as a badge of the brave,
And, then, he was fit for a sailor’s grave.

Our voices broke, and hearts turned weak;
Oft tears were seen on the brownest cheek;
The quiver played on the lip of pride,
As we lower’d him down the ship’s dark side:
Then a splash and a plunge, and our task was o’er;
And the billows rolled as they rolled before,
And many wild prayers hallow’d the waves,
And he sank beneath a sailor’s grave.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
  • Genre
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    22 cm x 14.5 cm
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