Alas! no more shall he behold, Nor friends nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense; And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays lim along the snow a stiffened corpse -- Stretched out, and bleaching in the northern blast.
From an unattributed poem in William Jerdan's Men I have Known.
~ Introduction ~ When I was a small boy my grandfather had a collection of plastic model sailing ships in a display cabinet which he was unwise enough to let me play with whenever I visited.