Here you will find thePoemA Mahomedan Ship Firemanof poet Francis William Lauderdale Adams
UP from the oven pit, The hell where poor men toil, At the sunset hour he comes Clean-clothed, washed from soil. On the fo'c's'le head he kneels, His face to the hallowed West. He prays, and bows and prays. Does he pray for death and rest?
