The Sailors’ Creed.
The arms of God enclose the night, The night enwraps the sea, The sea surrounds tin* tossing ship, The ship it holdeth me. This little metaphor of life Guides me iu all 1 do. It reminds me of my sailor's lot. And shapes my ways' thereto. I would not let myself forget That human erafts are frail. Ami that a sudden storm may lash The sea on which I sail. And by and by, when 1 am called To leave my faithful bark My seaman's pluck must falter nor To trust the trackless dark. For this I know, that while the dark Shall swallow up the sea, .around the silent, shoreless night The arms of God will be.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXX, Issue XX, 16 May 1903, Page 1362
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121The Sailors’ Creed. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXX, Issue XX, 16 May 1903, Page 1362
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