Yours or His?
|I owned a little boat a
And sailed a Morning Sea without a fear,
And whither any breeze might fairly blow
I'd steer the little craft afar or near
Mine was the boat, and mine the air,
My boat became my place of nightly toil.
Mine was the boat, and mine the net,
One day there passed along the silent
Mine was the boat, but His the voice,
Ah, 'twas a fearful night out on the
His was the boat, and His the Sea,
Once from His boat He taught the curious
His was the boat, and His the skill,
--Joseph Addison Richards