In memory of Milard Graham Jr. on his birthday March 10th

The OceanThe Ocean has its silent caves,Deep, quiet and alone;Though there be fury on the waves,Beneath them there is none.The awful spirits of the deepHold their communion there;And there are those for whom we weep,The young, the bright, the fair.Calmly the wearied seamen restBeneath their own blue sea.The ocean solitudes are blest.Foe there is purity.The earth has guilt, the earth has care,Unquiet are its graves;But peaceful sleep is ever there,Beneath the dark blue waves.