Prayer
John Masefield
1878 to 1967
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To the cold tunny-fishes' home where the drowned galleons are.
And let me pass in a night at sea, a night of storm and thunder,
When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored,
Grant I may hear at whiles the wash and thresh of the sea-foam
And in the dim green quiet place far out of sight and hearing,
When the last sea is sailed and the last shallow charted,
When the last fire is out and the last guest departed,
Send me a ninth great peaceful wave to drown and roll me under
Grant the last prayer that I shall pray, Be good to me, O Lord!
Towards the lone northern star and the fair ports of home.
About the fine keen bows of the stately clippers steering
In the loud crying of the wind through sail and rope and spar;