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Lap of the Arctic
All within was still, thay [^]e heard no warning sound
The Gallant Ship, ploughs through the oceans foam
Upon her homeward cource [sic] intent, she proudly bounds
Like a thing of life she dreams of home,
How many hearts there were that beat with joy
As they thought of those they'd shortly know
A loving wife, with all the group, a darling boy
The home they had left for months before
But little did they think, that this could never [^]ever be
The Oceans deep would be their bed
That those they loved at Home, they were no more, to see
For they would shortly duck amongst the dead
The noble Luce whose heart beats high
Was then at worke [sic], upon a seaman[']s cource [sic]
When to his ear there comes, a sudden pearcing [sic] cry
He rushes out and takes a Captin's [sic] post
Swift as an Eagle his gallant Ship goes on
Uncious [sic] of the marksman[']s poisoned dart
Lifting its wounded head on high she is borne.
Although the poisons touched its beating heart
To Boats, to Boat is heard, man the oar, the oar
Throughout the Ship the cry is great
Those who were thinking of home a little while before
Are now thinking of their awful state
The Ship goes down, the strong mans hope is lost
God who gave, has a right to take away
He permits us here to dwell, upon life[']s billows tosed [sic]
For a breif [sic] space of time, and then no longer stay.
Oh Jesus may [crossed out: I be] [^]may we be prepared to meet the blast
In whatever form and shape it gathers
Holding [crossed out: on] to thy truths, untill [sic] at last
we shall find an eternal rest with thee forever
Hall
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