Here you will find the Poem A Mahomedan Ship Fireman of 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?
