Scatter Flowers on the Waves
by Mary Brooks
Scatter Flowers on the Waves;
there our fathers found their graves,
Brothers, sons and husbands sleep;
Strew your garlands o'er the deep.
Ebbing tides of summer day,
Bear these blossoms on their way,
North and east to bank and coast
Where they lie whom we love most.
Christ, who shared the fisher's lot,
Marks each
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