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Show B A SAILOR'S PUAYKlt. K'4 U. S. S. California, fli ' Via San Frnnclscb, r ; . March G, 1914. v Dear Editor. Having a littlo spare Bj ": ' timo tonight wo send this littlo piece BBj -' ' of poetry to you, na wo nro constant H -v vendors of tho UANNEH nnd CITIZEN, BB' ,VJ our homo town papers, nnd hope it BBt' . .will Interest your renders. BBj1 ii Yours truly, BBi R. L. WHIPPLE, BBj E. N. HALLSEY. BBa 4. Now I lay m down to sleep; BBB j jl I pray tho Lord my soul to keep; BBb ! Qrnnt no other sailor tako BBS M- My shoos or socks beforo I wako. BBBJ I J. Lord guard mo in my slumber, BBB And keep my hnmmock on Its number. BBBj r May no clows nor lashings break BBB tF And lot mo down beforo I wako. BBB i y. Keep mo safely In Thy sight; BBBj "v Qrnnt no tiro drill at night. BBV " In tho morning lot mo wnko, BBV a Drcnthlng scents of Blrloln steak. BBB ' k God protect mo in my dreams; BBB i Alnko It better than It seems. Grant the time may awlttiy lly When myBelf uliutt rest on high, In n snowy leather bed, Wheru I long to rcBt my head, Far away from nil these scenes; From tho Binell of hnlf baked beans. Tako mo back Into tho laud, Whcro they don't scrub down with sand. Where no demon typhoon blows, And where women wash tho clothes. Ood, Thou knowest all my woes; Feed mo in my dying times; Tako mo back I'll promise then isomer to leavo homo again, Three Years Later. Our father who arc In Washington, Please, dear father, lot-mo stny; Do not drive mo now away; Wipe nwny my scalding tears,, And let mo stay my thirty years. Please forgive mo all my past, And thliiRH that happened nt tho nitiBt. Do not my request refuse; Lot mo stay niiothor cruise |