I found this... http://www.sebagosailors.org/index....wners-list
THE COAST GUARD CUTTER
When the old storm signal's flyin',
Every vessel seeks a lee,
'Cept the Cutter, which ups anchor
And goes poughing out to sea;
When the hurricane's a-blowin'
From the Banks to old Cape Cod,
Oh, the Cutter, with her searchlight,
Seems a messenger of God.
- Arthur Somers Roche
Personally, I am struck by the first stanza of this same poem;
Oh, she ain't packed down with cannon,
She's got no torpedo tube;
And promises no glory
To attract the country rube.
For her crew don't brag of killin',
nor the joys of bloody strife;
For they're tendin' to their business,
Which is savin' human life.