Charles Granville

LAY me to rest in some fair spot

Where sound of waters near,

And songs of sailors in their ships

Shall reach my waiting ear:

Where I shall catch the Captain’s call:

‘All hands again to sea!’

When swift embarking, I may fare

To founts of life to be;

Fare to the dream’d-of lands that lie

Beyond the Port of Death;

Fare to the Dawn of whose glad realms

God sometimes whispereth;

With hope of flowers that lift their heads

After the night is past,

And joy of sailors in their ships

When home ’s in sight at last.