Father

'Twas when the sea's tremendous roar A little bark assailed ; And pallid fear, with awful power, O'er each on board prevailed: Save one, the captain's darling son, Who fearless viewed the storm, And playful, with composure smiled At danger's threatening form. "Why sporting thus," a seaman cried, "Whilst dangers overwhelm?" "Why yield to grief?" the boy replied, "My Father's at the helm."