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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408407" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Helmsman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIKE one who meets a staggering blow,<br>The stout old ship doth reel,<br>And waters vast go seething past—<br>But will it last, this fearful blast,<br>On straining shroud and groaning mast,<br>O sailor at the wheel?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face is smitten with the wind,<br>His cheeks are chilled with rain;<br>And you were right, his hair is white,<br>But eyes are calm and heart is light<br>He does not fear the strife to-night,<br>He knows the roaring main.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho, Sailor! Will to-morrow bring<br>The hours of pleasant rest?<br>An answer low—“I do not know,<br>The thunders grow and far winds blow,<br>But storms may come and storms may go—<br>Our God, He judgeth best!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now you are right, brave mariner,<br>But we are not like you;<br>We, used to shore, our fates deplore,<br>And fear the more when waters roar;<br>So few amongst us look before,<br>Or stop to think that Heaven is o’er—<br>Ah! what you say is true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And those who go abroad in ships,<br>Who seldom see the land,<br>But sail and stray so far away,<br>Should trust and pray, for are not they,<br>When Darkness blinds them on their way,<br>All guided by God’s hand?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you are wrinkled, grey and worn;<br>’Tis time you dwelt in peace!<br>Your prime is past; we fail so fast;<br>You may not last through every blast,<br>And, oh, ’tis fearful to be cast<br>Amongst the smothering seas!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there no absent face to love<br>That you must live alone?<br>If faith did fade, if friends betrayed,<br>And turned, and staid resolves you’d made,<br>Ah, still ’tis pleasant to be laid<br>Where you at least are known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The answer slides betwixt our words—<br>“The season shines and glooms<br>On ship and strand, on sea and land,<br>But life must go and Time is spanned,<br>As well you know when out you stand<br>With Death amongst the tombs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“It matters not to one so old<br>Who mourns when Fate comes round,<br>And one may sleep down in the deep<br>As well as those beneath the heap<br>That fifty stormy years will sweep<br>And trample to the ground.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your speech is wise, brave mariner,<br>And we would let you be;<br>You speak with truth, you strive to soothe;<br>But, oh, the wrecks of Love and Truth,<br>What say you to our tears for Youth<br>And Beauty drowned at sea?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh, talk not of the Beauty lost,<br>Since first these decks I trod<br>The hopeless stare on faces fair,<br>The streaming, bare, dishevelled hair,<br>The wild despair, the sinking—where,<br>Oh where, oh where?— My God!”</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>
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The stout old ship doth reel,
And waters vast go seething past—
But will it last, this fearful blast,
On straining shroud and groaning mast,
O sailor at the wheel?

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