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Sailor's Prayer
Though my sails be torn and tattered And the mast be turned about, And the night winds chill me to my very soul
Though the spray might sting my eyes And the stars no light provide Give me just another morning light to hold
I will not lie me down, this rain a-raging If this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest Till I reach another shore.
Though the only water left is but salt to wound my thirst I will drink this rain that falls so steadily down. Though might's blindness be my gift, there are thieves upon my drift So I will bless this fog that shelters me alone.
Though my mates be worn and weary and believe their hopes are lost, There's no need for their bones on that blackened bed Though death waits beyond the bow, we'll not answer to him now He shall stand to face the morning without us.
I will not lie me down, this rain a-raging If this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest Till I reach another shore.
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