Sonnet to the Captain

by Sem. Jonathan T. Raagas

Sweet Child, as I behold Thy gallantry,

Upon that orb on crimson cushion high,
To retell the story, how could not I?
How a people in hopeless misery,
Longed for Thy face when Thou were lost at sea,
Aboard that unlucky ship, catching fire
Midst their ills and woe, only but a sigh.
Yet in Thy power, gentle and divine,
Thy stately image at last they did find.
And Thou returning, across the waters
To that humble town, who so loved Thy Name
Joy too came, their ills and woes all held bound
In life too, when we lose Thee, dear Master
Come back! Deliver us from all our pains.