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The Sailor's Grave
Words by H. F. Lyte.
Dedicated to Mrs. Bourne of Hilderstone Hall.
Published by Cramer & Co., 1872.


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Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847) was an Anglican clergyman who is best remembered today as the author of several hymns including Abide with Me and Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven.

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There is in the wide lone sea
A spot unmark'd but holy
For there the gallant and the free
In his ocean bed lies lowly.
Down, down, within the deep,
That oft to triumph call'd him,
He sleeps a calm and peaceful sleep,
With the salt waves washing o'er him.

He sleeps serene and safe
From tempest or from billow
Where the storms that high above him chafe
Scarce rock his peaceful pillow.
The sea and him in death...
They did not dare to sever,
It was his home while he had breath,
'Tis now his rest for ever.
Peace: Burial at Sea
(J. M. W. Turner)
Turner - Prace

Sleep on, thou mighty dead!
A glorious tomb they've found thee -
The broad blue sky above thee spread,
The boundless waters round thee.
No vulgar foot treads here;
No hand profane shall move thee;
But gallant fleets shall proudly steer,
And warriors shout above thee.
Gallant fleets shall proudly steer,
And warriors shout above thee.

And when the last trump shall sound,
And tombs are asunder riv'n,
Like the morning sun from the wave thou'lt bound,
To rise and shine in Heaven.
Like the morning sun from the wave thou'lt bound,
To rise and shine in Heaven!

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