"The storm winds come sweepin',
Come widowed and weepin',
Come rippin' and reapin',
The wheat of the loam,
And some says, it's sport, boys,
It's timbrels and hautboys,
And some is the sort, boys,
That's sorry he come.
"Lord God of the motions
Of lumberin' oceans,
There's some of your notions
Is handsome and free,
But what in the brewin'
And sizzlin,' and stewin'
Did you think you was doin'
The time you done me?
"Evil and good
Did ye squirt in my blood?
I stand where I stood
When my runnin' began;
And the start and the goal
Were the same in my soul,
And the damnable whole
Was entitled a man.
"Lord God that o'er-gazest
The waste and wet places,
The faint foolish faces
Turned upward to Thee,
Though Thy sight goeth far
O'er our rabble and war
Yet remember we are
The drift of Thy sea."
Sadler left the _Good Sister_ at Singapore, and disappeared.
He dropped out of sight. Afterward his name went from the letter
heads of "Sadler and Shan." They read, "Shan Brothers, Saleratus,
Cal. Fu Shan--Lum Shan."
He was a singular man was Sadler. He held the opinion that this life
was an idea that occurred to somebody, who was tired of it and would
like to get it off his mind.
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