The Sailor Boy
The sea was calm, the sky serene,
And gently blew the eastern gale,
When Anna, seated on a rock,
Watched the Pavinia’s lessening sail.
To Heaven she thus here prayer addressed:
Thou who canst save or canst destroy!
From each surrounding danger guard,
My much-loved little sailor boy.
When tempests over the ocean howl,
And even sailors shrink with dread,
Be some protecting angel near,
To hover over my William’s head:
He was beloved by all the plain,
His father’s pride, his mother’s joy,
Then safely to their arms restore,
Their much-loved little sailor boy.
May no rude foe his course impede,
Conduct him safely over the waves,
O! may he never be compelled,
To fight for power or mix with slaves,
May smiling peace his steps attend,
Each rising hour be crowned with joy,
As blest as that when I again,
Shall meet my much-loved little sailor boy.