The Sailor

The cold young sailor dutifully stood, 
	at his post amidst the storm,
His brow was beat, by cold and rain, 
	black wind that heaved his form.
His orders stood, and so did he.   
	"Steer through the waves that crash the bow!"
So others below in tossing sleep, 
	could rest, could rest, now.
That others below could sleep.  
	That others below might rest.
When obeying orders, The Captain watches, 
	the sailor endure the test.