
04-11-2010
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Here you go...
Ballad Of The Tempest
We were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep--
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.
'Tis a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, "Cut away the mast!"
So we shudddered there in silence,--
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring
And the breakers talked with death.
As thus we sat in darkness
Each one busy with his prayers,
"We are lost!" the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.
But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
"Isn't God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?"
Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spake in better cheer,
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.
-- James T. Fields
James Thomas Fields (1817-1881) was born in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. He served as editor of the Atlantic Monthly from 1861 to 1870. He authored several books and at least two volumes of poetry. "Ballad of the Tempest" is his best known poem.
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