Classic Poem

A perilous life, and sad as life may be,
Hath the lone fisher on the lonely sea.
O'er the wild waters labouring, far from home,
For some bleak pittance e'er compelled to roam:
Few hearts to cheer him through his dangerous life,
And none to aid him in the stormy strife:
Companion of the sea and silent air,
The lonely fisher thus must ever fare;
Without the comfort, hope,—with scarce a friend,
He looks through life, and only sees—its end!