Poem: “Little Boatie” by Henry Van Dyke

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Little Boatie

A SLUMBER-SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN’S CHILD

Furl your sail, my little boatie; Here’s the haven still and deep,Where the dreaming tides in-streaming Up the channel creep.Now the sunset breeze is dying;Hear the plover, landward flying,Softly down the twilight crying; Come to anchor, little boatie, In the port of Sleep.

Far away, my little boatie, Roaring waves are white with foam;Ships are striving, onward driving, Day and night they roam.Father’s at the deep-sea trawling,In the darkness, rowing, hauling,While the hungry winds are calling,— God protect him, little boatie, Bring him safely home!

Not for you, my little boatie, Is the wide and weary sea;You’re too slender, and too tender, You must bide with me.All day long you have been strayingUp and down the shore and playing;Come to harbour, no delaying! Day is over, little boatie, Night falls suddenly.

Furl your sail, my little boatie, Fold your wings, my weary dove.Dews are sprinkling, stars are twinkling Drowsily above.Cease from sailing, cease from rowing;Rock upon the dream-tide, knowingSafely o’er your rest are glowing, All the night, my little boatie, Harbour-lights of love.

1897.

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Little Boatie

A SLUMBER-SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN’S CHILD

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