Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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WHILE TEMPEST RAGES O'ER THE DEEP.
While tempest rages o'er the deep,
And moon and stars in darkness sleep,
When not an object striks the eye,
Save lightning flashing through the sky;
Who then the seaman's fate would share,
Now plunged in brine, then toss'd in air:
While hope, expell'd by grim despair,
From every breast doth fly?
None then would share the seaman's lot,
Though tenant of the meanest cot.
And moon and stars in darkness sleep,
When not an object striks the eye,
Save lightning flashing through the sky;
Who then the seaman's fate would share,
Now plunged in brine, then toss'd in air:
While hope, expell'd by grim despair,
From every breast doth fly?
None then would share the seaman's lot,
Though tenant of the meanest cot.
But when the surging gale is o'er,
And swift the vessel nears the shore;
When wives and sweethearts hail again
The heroes of the stormy main;
Who then can feel the joyous glow
That in the seaman's breast doth flow,
When landed safe from storm and foe
The flowing can to drain?
The seaman's bliss but few can share,
Though born a monarch's crown to wear.
And swift the vessel nears the shore;
When wives and sweethearts hail again
The heroes of the stormy main;
Who then can feel the joyous glow
That in the seaman's breast doth flow,
When landed safe from storm and foe
The flowing can to drain?
The seaman's bliss but few can share,
Though born a monarch's crown to wear.
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