<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408320" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>God Help our Men at Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wild night comes like an owl to its lair,<br>The black clouds follow fast,<br>And the sun-gleams die, and the lightnings glare,<br>And the ships go heaving past, past, past -<br>The ships go heaving past!<br>Bar the doors, and higher, higher<br>Pile the faggots on the fire:<br>Now abroad, by many a light,<br>Empty seats there are to-night -<br>Empty seats that none may fill,<br>For the storm grows louder still:<br>How it surges and swells through the gorges and dells,<br>Under the ledges and over the lea,<br>Where a watery sound goeth moaning around -<br>God help our men at sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! never a tempest blew on the shore<br>But that some heart did moan<br>For a darling voice it would hear no more<br>And a face that had left it lone, lone, lone -<br>A face that had left it lone!<br>I am watching by a pane<br>Darkened with the gusty rain,<br>Watching, through a mist of tears,<br>Sad with thoughts of other years,<br>For a brother I did miss<br>In a stormy time like this.<br>Ah! the torrent howls past, like a fiend on the blast,<br>Under the ledges and over the lea;<br>And the pent waters gleam, and the wild surges scream -<br>God help our men at sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, Lord! they may grope through the dark to find<br>Thy hand within the gale;<br>And cries may rise on the wings of the wind<br>From mariners weary and pale, pale, pale -<br>From mariners weary and pale!<br>'Tis a fearful thing to know,<br>While the storm-winds loudly blow,<br>That a man can sometimes come<br>Too near to his father's home;<br>So that he shall kneel and say,<br>'Lord, I would be far away!'<br>Ho! the hurricanes roar round a dangerous shore,<br>Under the ledges and over the lea;<br>And there twinkles a light on the billows so white -<br>God help our men at sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408320" data-title="God Help our Men at Sea de Henry Kendall" data-description="The wild night comes like an owl to its lair, The black clouds follow fast, And the sun-gleams die, and the lightnings glare, And the ships go heaving past, past, past - The ships go heaving past! Bar the doors, and higher, higher Pile the faggots..."></div> </div> </div>

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