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FISHERMEN 8 MEMOllIAL AND RECORD BOOK. 



NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE. 



BY Mils. MART A. SHELTON. 



Re/tpectfuU>/ -inscribed to the friends of the lost fishermen. 



Not lost, ah I uo ; only gone on before, 



They are anchored safe on the shining shore ; 



The souls ye loved left the vessel's deck, 



As ocean folded the sinking wreck, 



And white-robed angels led the way 



To the fadeless realms of eternal day. 



In lonely caves, 'neath the surging deep, 

 The forms ye loved lie in dreamless sleep, 

 The ocean waves chanting as they flow, 

 A mournful requiem soft and low. 

 Seeming to say, " O fishers, for thee 

 Do we chant this solemn melody." 



There's a sable cloud o'er the fisher's home, 

 A longing for those that can never come; 

 Watching and waiting, alas, how vain. 

 For steps they never will hear again ! 

 O God I thou alone canst give relief 

 To these stricken souls in their bitter grief. 



Fold them, O God, in thine arms of love ; 

 Point them to that beautiful world above, 

 Where 'mid a bright-robed angel band, 

 Their loved, not lost, in glory stand; 

 May they mourn no more for the souls at rest. 

 For their Father called, and he knew best. 



