He passed, that gallant spirit, .to his last eternal rest
With the combers crashing on the shattered deck.
As he always faced life smiling, so he met the last grim test
Mid the chaos of that ghastly midnight wreck.

We had laughed at life together at the dockside and the ball,
We had shared what good or ill the Fates might send;
But the darkness and the thunder of the surges brought his call,
And sleep beneath the rollers is the end,

The end? No! Not the finish: Far beyond the scattered stars
We shall meet amid the sunset’s rose and gold;
I shall feel his steady handclasp, when my soul had burst the bars,
I shall see his grey eyes smiling as of old.

By Donald Ian McGregor,
1908 – 1985


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