Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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[18. The eager vessel flies the broken surge]
The eager vessel flies the broken surge,The surge which it has broken—so my soul
Leaving the stormy past does onward urge
Its course through the wild waves of life that roll
Tempestuously—The sea-worn bark
Strained by a thousand storms heeds not the helm
But aimless plunges through the uncertain dark—
Around are rocks and shoals, a horrid realm!
Thou guardian Spirit! whom a mother's prayer
Brought down from heaven to guard her son
Be watchful—protect him from the snares
Of sin—and let the haven soon be won
The welcome home of everlasting peace
When rocks ne'er threaten and the tempests cease.
Catskill
1834
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