We Think Of Thee (In Memory)

We think of thee, brother, oft when it is night,

And darkness has clouded the sky from our sight;

When moaning of winds and driving of rain

Join in and cause a tempestuous strain.

We think of thee, brother, when down by the sea,

While watching the waves while they dance in their glee;

They seem to be beck’ning for mortals to leap

In to the arms of the treacherous deep.

We think of thee, brother, when kneeling to pray,

And ask that through Jesus though entered the way

Where storms are unknown and beacon lights show

The River of Life, in its tranquilized flow.

We think of thee, brother, as thou stoodst on the deck,

With uplifted face and awaiting the wreck;

O, didst thou ask Heaven to welcome there,

And die with thy fair lips fixed firmly in prayer?

But how canst thou answer, dear brother, dear son?

Thy spirit replies, “through the Sanctified One”.

Oct. 25, ‘90

Lester Raymond Cone, born 7/18/1865                  Died 2/18/1882

Drownded from the Schooner John D. Buckalew, off Montauk Pt., L.I. Sound.

unidentified, but quite possibly Lester Raymond Cone