Dear mother, dry those flowing tears, <br />They grieve me much to see; <br />And calm, oh! calm thine anxious fears— <br />What dost thou dread for me? <br />’Tis true that tempests wild oft ride <br />Above the stormy main, <br />But, then, in Him I will confide <br />Who doth their bounds ordain. <br /> <br />I go to win renown and fame <br />Upon the glorious sea; <br />But still my heart will be the same— <br />I’ll ever turn to thee! <br />See, yonder wait our gallant crew, <br />So, weep not, mother dear; <br />My father was a sailor too— <br />What hast thou then to fear? <br /> <br />Is it not better I should seek <br />To win the name he bore, <br />Than waste my youth in pastimes weak <br />Upon the tiresome shore? <br />Then, look not thus so sad and wan, <br />For yet your son you’ll see <br />Return with wealth and honors won <br />Upon the glorious sea.<br /><br />Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-s-hopes/
