GRIM Alcatraz! Thou sentinel...

GRIM Alcatraz! Thou sentinel

That watch hath kept, thro’ ages past,

Over this shining way to sea,

O where's the ship, with towering mast,

That bore my loved one far from me?

Thou sentry, with thy guarded wall,

Thou saw'st him pass and sail away,

To thread the trackless, distant sea.

Where rides the good “St. George” to-day.

That brings not back my love to me?

Care'st thou, that some, who pass thee by,

In morning time, with laugh and song,

With evening shades, return no more,

Tho’ sad ones count the hours so long,

And lone ones wait upon the shore?