O God! have mercy in this dreadful hour, On the poor mariner; In comfort here, Safe sheltered as I am, I almost fear The blast that rages with resistless power. What were it now to toss upon the waves, The maddened waves, and know no succor near; The howling of the storm alone to hear, And the wild sea that to the tempest raves; To gaze amid the horrors of the night, And only see the billow's gleaming light; Then, in the dread of death, to think of her, Who, as she listens sleepless to the gale, Puts up a silent prayer, and waxes pale? O God! have mercy on the mariner! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS UPON WEDLOCK, AND DEATH OF CHILDREN by EDWARD TAYLOR |