Classic Poem

I am booming, brother, booming;
As the tide of time rolls on
Thou wilt see me higher looming
In thy pathway, dearest John.
But oh, brother, in thy sorrow
Turn thou not thy face away;
Be for me, dear John, to-morrow,
As for thee I am to-day.

I am booming, brother, booming;
See the tempest toss my plume;
See the friends about me grooming,
Grooming lovingly my boom.
Lose no time, nor stumble blindly
Into error, Brother John;
To my boom, I tell thee kindly,
Soon or late thou must catch on.