p. 6 | Ships on the Broad High Seas by R. O. Eastman

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 24, 1910

Ships on the Broad High Seas

By R. O. Eastman

R. O. EASTMAN

WE'RE all of us ships on the broad high seas As we journey from day to day; Some bound for a land that is near at hand, Some to ports that are far away; And the sheets of a few are white and new, And of others are old and gray.

We're all of us ships on the broad high seas With cargoes fast in the hold; Some carrying coal to a distant goal, Some burdened with silver and gold,— Gold covered with dust and red with rust, And silks that are white with mould.

There are pleasure craft on the broad high seas That ride when the winds are fair, But when storms arise in the summer skies, The masts stand bleak and bare; And the ships are tossed, and ofttimes lost ’Mid cries of wild despair.

There are nobler ships on the broad high seas; Though the wildest tempests blow, They ride the crest at the King's behest To battle a Sovereign's foe; They ride to fight for the cause of right, To conquer a world of woe.

Then let us ride as the days go on Like the King's ship, bold and free, Not fearing the strain of the wind and rain, Nor seeking the sheltered lea; But cleaving the wave with a heart that is brave, Strike out on the broad high sea.

Takoma Park, D. C.