Little boat caught in a whitecap of sea,
Swept from safety of harbor, hearth and home,
Cast out to the tempest, to drown in foam.
Violent the tides that crash down on thee.
Harsh the winds that so cruely tear your sails.
Little boat, no peace for you; storms prevail.
Each moment spent lost an eternity —
Each crest and crush and influx, a deluge,
Which tosses you further from sound refuge.
Bitter the waves that cast thou far from me,
As on my lonely shore I stand vigil.
My nightly observance, my ritual.
For you, little boat, crucial cargo bear:
My heart, my soul, my every prayer.
Return him to me, to my loving care…