David Rands has kindly shared with readers of the Victorian Web his site about the life and works of W. B. Rands, the prolific writer of children's literature and originator of The Boy's Own Paper. Readers may wish to consult this site for more information about this little-known figure who had an immense influence upon Victorian children. [GPL]

They said my brother's ship went down,
            Down into the sea,
Because a storm came on to drown
            The biggest ships that be;

But I saw the ship, when he went away
            I saw it pass and pass.
The tide was low; I went out to play;
            The sea was all like glass.

The ship sailed straight into the sun,
            Half of a ball of gold.
Onward it went till it touched the sun,
            I saw the ship take hold!

But soon I saw them both no more,
            The sun and the ship together,
            For the wind began to hoot and to roar,
And there was stormy weather.

Yet every day the golden ball
            Rests on the edge of the sky;
The sun it is, with the ship and all,
            For the ship sailed into the golden ball
Across the edge of the sky.

Last modified 21 August 2005