Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
VII. The SeaAll s Well
Thomas Dibdin (17711841)From “The British Fleet”
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When skies proclaim night’s cheerless noon,
On tower, or fort, or tented ground
The sentry walks his lonely round;
And should a footstep haply stray
Where caution marks the guarded way,
“Who goes there? Stranger, quickly tell!”
“A friend!” “The word?” “Good-night;” all ’s well.
When weary messmates soundly sleep,
The careful watch patrols the deck,
To guard the ship from foes or wreck;
And while his thoughts oft homewards veer,
Some friendly voice salutes his ear,—
“What cheer? Brother, quickly tell;
Above,—below.” Good-night; all ’s well.