UP from the oven pit,
The hell where poor men toil,
At the sunset hour he comes
Clean-clothed, washed from soil.
On the fo'c's'le head he kneels,
His face to the hallowed West.
He prays, and bows and prays.
Does he pray for death and rest?

(C) Francis William Lauderdale Adams
03/05/2017


Best Poems of Francis William Lauderdale Adams

• New Guinea
• The Fisherman
• The Mass Of Christ
• Prayer
• A Street Fight
• Ireland
• To England
• In The Edgware Road
• To John Ruskin
• Lord Leitrim
• Liberty!
• Henry George
• Fling Out The Flag
• Her Poem
• Greek Lyrics
• A Fool
• Jesus
• To An Old Friend In England
• A Mahomedan Ship Fireman