Whippingham, Isle of Wight
Thomas Burnett.
1842.
At midnight he was called away
From his employment on the sea,—
Altho’ his warning was but short,
We hope he’s reached the heavenly port.
Alresford
On an Exciseman.
No Supervisor’s check he fears,
Now, no commissioner obeys;
He’s free from cares, entreaties, tears,
And all the heavenly orb surveys.
St. Lawrence, Isle of Wight
To the Memory of Robert Dyer, who was drowned,
Aged 19.
Ah! cruel death that would not spare
A loving husband was so dear;
This world he left, and me behind,
The world to try, and friends to find.
Christ our Saviour is above,
And him we hope to see—
And all our friends that are behind
Will soon come after we.