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V.—The Ark in Danger.
As from beneath us slips his living bulk,
Leaving us for a moment poised on air,
Downward as to abysmal depths we fare,
While off the laughing monster seems to skulk.
Haste to the succour of our sinking hulk
The little waves, that buoy us up, and bear
The ark we were surrendering to despair
Onward—to other fears! No place to sulk!
Leaving us for a moment poised on air,
Downward as to abysmal depths we fare,
While off the laughing monster seems to skulk.
Haste to the succour of our sinking hulk
The little waves, that buoy us up, and bear
The ark we were surrendering to despair
Onward—to other fears! No place to sulk!
If Neptune slap you with a sloppy fin,
Fling him your dignity—you were as well;
What matters for a drench'd and dripping skin
If yet you feel, and yet you live to tell
The joyful fear and freedom you were in?
Stand by the sheet, my boy, and take your spell!
Fling him your dignity—you were as well;
What matters for a drench'd and dripping skin
If yet you feel, and yet you live to tell
The joyful fear and freedom you were in?
Stand by the sheet, my boy, and take your spell!
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