HE that in venturous barks hath been A wanderer on the deep, Can tell of many an awful scene, Where storms for ever sweep. For many a fair, majestic sight Hath met his wandering eye, Beneath the streaming northern light, Or blaze of Indian sky. Go! ask him of the whirlpool's roar, Whose echoing thunder peals Loud, as if rushed along the shore An army's chariot wheels; Of icebergs, floating o'er the main, Or fixed upon the coast, Like glittering citadel or fane, 'Mid the bright realms of frost; Of coral rocks, from waves below In steep ascent that tower, And fraught with peril, daily grow, Formed by an insect's power; Of sea-fires, which at dead of night Shine o'er the tides afar, And make the expanse of ocean bright, As heaven, with many a star. Oh God! Thy name @3they@1 well may praise, Who to the deep go down, And trace the wonders of Thy ways, Where rocks and billows frown! If glorious be that awful deep No human power can bind, What then art @3Thou@1, who bidst it keep Within its bounds confined! Let heaven and earth in praise unite, Eternal praise to Thee, Whose word can rouse the tempest's might, Or still the raging sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A COUNTRY BURIAL by EMILY DICKINSON THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER RHENISH AUTUMN; TO TOUSSAINT LUCA by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE ANVIL OF SOULS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |