A SAILORS EPITAPH.

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A SAILORS EPITAPH:

I cannot bend over his grave,
He sleeps in the secret sea;
And not one gentle whisp'red wave
Can tell that place to me.

Although unseen by human eyes,
And mortal know'd it not;
Yet Christ knows where his body lies,
And angels guard the spot.

ROBERT PICKERING, who was Drowned from the smack " Satisfaction,"
On the Dutch coast, May 7, 1869. Aged 18 years

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"KEEPING IN TOUCH"

Whenever I pass a little church,
I always pay a visit,
So when at last, I'm carried in,
The Lord won't say, "who is it?"

Neil Hulse 1935 – 1937 Conway "NEWSLETTER" March - 1997

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HOMILY:

God and our sailors we adore
When danger threatens, not before,
When danger is past and all
Is righted.
God is forgotten and the sailor
Slighted.

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Oh for a glimpse of:



Oh for a glimpse of
the grave where you’r laid
only to lay a flower
at your head, mother

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A SAILOR'S LAMENT:

Gulls have pecked my eyes out,fish have cleaned my bones-
A man's recycled this way, in the locker of D.Jones;
Me and many shipmates,all were heaven sent,
To cross the bar in silence-in liquid monument;
Finished with our human form and all the earthly strife,
Now biding midst the briny in our salty afterlife.
Whether you just paddle, or sail across the sea,
Please treat the water kindly-for it could be partly me!

Captain Joe Earl

LINK: joesverse.simplesite.com/160596387

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"Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again".

Author unknown

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If Blood was the price:

“If Blood was the price -
We had to pay for our freedom
Then the Merchant Ship Sailors
Paid it in full”

Norman Date / Hon Secretary/ Merchant Navy Association Bristol UK

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Epitaph on a Friend:

An honest man here lies at rest,
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd;
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

Robert Burns

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Gently rocked by the tide,
Cradled in the arms of the sea
Shipmates always,
Remembered with pride.
Forever at peace with the sea.

Tony Meade, 1997

Cardiff MN Memorial.

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Scatter Flowers on the Waves:

by Mary Brooks

Scatter Flowers on the Waves;
there our fathers found their graves,
Brothers, sons and husbands sleep;
Strew your garlands o'er the deep.

Ebbing tides of summer day,
Bear these blossoms on their way,
North and east to bank and coast
Where they lie whom we love most.

Christ, who shared the fisher's lot,
Marks each grave a sacred spot;
He will guard each wave-washed bed
Till the sea gives up its dead.

Source: American Seamen Vol IV, Number 2 Spring 1944