A Sailor's Lament - Part II

First Light

Entering the harbour by the Breton coast in the moonlight (Jean Antoine Théodore Gudin, 1840)

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Read Part I here.

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II. First Light (Her Words)

Come, let us make our way,
With my beads and winter shawl,
Across the town and to the bay
Before the watchman’s call.

We’ll sit a while there
As the first light issues free,
God won’t ignore a mother’s prayer,
He never could you see.

I’ll pray God’s will be done,
And I’ll pray God’s will be mine,
But most of all dear little one,
I’ll pray you’re born to find

Your father’s loving face
With the first light of your eyes.
Dear God, supply his sails with grace,
Fair winds, and pleasant skies.

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To Be Continued

Lake of sable far below me
Reaches to the edge of night,
Mast and rigging swaying slowly,
Bearing nobly sails white.

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Read Part III here.

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