Carry Me Home Poem by George Samuel

To the sea,
Through waves and tides;
And tempest in anguish grudge,
My victory sail shall know no edge;
But in pure tranquil be.

See again my country shore,
Far I can hear my woe;
Calling thunder, crying storm,
Till my mind is shore bound;
So constant my fate be fixed,

Like the abode of stars.
May heaven arise to heal my scars,
Which by this anguish conquest;
My soul doth bore a request,
Hold my hand dear Lord!

Through thunder and storm,
And carry me home.