Classic Poem

See, the ship in the bay is riding,
Dearest Ellen, I go from thee —
Boldly go, in thy love confiding,
Over the deep and trackless sea:
When thy dear form no longer is near me,
This soothing thought shall at midnight cheer me:
" My love is breathing a prayer for me".

When the thunder of war is roaring,
When the bullets around me fly,
When the rage of the tempest pouring,
Blends the billowy sea and sky,
Yet shall my heart, to fear a stranger,
Cherish its fondest hopes for thee —
This dear reflection disarming danger,
" My love is breathing a prayer for me".