Chapter 38 THE PERFECT SAILOR

Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,

The darling of our crew;

No more he'll hear the tempest howling,

For death has broached him to.

His form was of the manliest beauty,

His heart was kind and soft,

Faithful, below, he did his duty,

But now he's gone aloft.

Tom never from his word departed,

His virtues were so rare,