English poem
He stands alone upon the deck
by John Reade (1826–)
He stands alone upon the deck, Though thousands gaze on him, He sees them not, for fond regret Has made his blue eyes dim; His boyish lip is quivering, And flushed his boyish cheek, And his tearful eye speaks more, by far, Than words could ever speak. God grant that he may ever be As good a prince as now, Nor ever may true virtue’s crown Be lifted from his brow! God bless him for his mother’s sake, God bless him for his own, As thus he stands upon the deck, ’Mid thousands all alone!
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