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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
From Moby-Dick
JONAH'S SONG
The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by,
And lift me deepening down to doom.
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by,
And lift me deepening down to doom.
I saw the opening maw of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell—
Oh, I was plunging to despair.
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell—
Oh, I was plunging to despair.
In black distress, I called my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine,
He bowed his ear to my complaints—
When I could scarce believe him mine,
He bowed his ear to my complaints—
No more the whale did me confine.
With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a radiant dolphin borne;
Awful, yet bright, as lightning shone
The face of my Deliverer God.
With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a radiant dolphin borne;
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The face of my Deliverer God.
My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
I give the glory to my God,
His all the mercy and the power.
That terrible, that joyful hour;
I give the glory to my God,
His all the mercy and the power.
WE'LL DRINK TO-NIGHT
We'll drink to-night with hearts as light,To love, as gay and fleeting
As bubbles that swim, on the beaker's brim,
And break on the lips while meeting.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |