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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408414" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Merchant Ship</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun o’er the waters was throwing<br>In the freshness of morning its beams;<br>And the breast of the ocean seemed glowing<br>With glittering silvery streams:<br>A bark in the distance was bounding<br>Away for the land on her lee;<br>And the boatswain’s shrill whistle resounding<br>Came over and over the sea.<br>The breezes blew fair and were guiding<br>Her swiftly along on her track,<br>And the billows successively passing,<br>Were lost in the distance aback.<br>The sailors seemed busy preparing<br>For anchor to drop ere the night;<br>The red rusted cables in fathoms<br>Were haul’d from their prisons to light.<br>Each rope and each brace was attended<br>By stout-hearted sons of the main,<br>Whose voices, in unison blended,<br>Sang many a merry-toned strain. <br>Forgotten their care and their sorrow,<br>If of such they had ever known aught,<br>Each soul was wrapped up in the morrow—<br>The morrow which greeted them not;<br>A sunshiny hope was inspiring<br>And filling their hearts with a glow<br>Like that on the billows around them,<br>Like the silvery ocean below.<br>As they looked on the haven before them,<br>Already high looming and near,<br>What else but a joy could invade them,<br>Or what could they feel but a cheer? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The eve on the waters was clouded,<br>And gloomy and dark grew the sky;<br>The ocean in blackness was shrouded,<br>And wails of a tempest flew by;<br>The bark o’er the billows high surging<br>’Mid showers of the foam-crested spray,<br>Now sinking, now slowly emerging,<br>Held onward her dangerous way.<br>The gale in the distance was veering<br>To a point that would drift her on land,<br>And fearfully he that was steering<br>Look’d round on the cliff-girdled strand.<br>He thought of the home now before him<br>And muttered sincerely a prayer<br>That morning might safely restore him<br>To friends and to kind faces there.<br>He knew that if once at the mercy<br>Of the winds and those mountain-like waves<br>The sun would rise over the waters—<br>The day would return on their graves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Still blacker the heavens were scowling,<br>Still nearer the rock-skirted shore;<br>Yet fiercer the tempest was howling<br>And louder the wild waters roar.<br>The cold rain in torrents came pouring<br>On deck thro’ the rigging and shrouds,<br>And the deep, pitchy dark was illumined<br>Each moment with gleams from the clouds<br>Of forky-shap’d lightning as, darting,<br>It made a wide pathway on high,<br>And the sound of the thunder incessant<br>Re-echoed the breadth of the sky.<br>The light-hearted tars of the morning<br>Now gloomily watching the storm<br>Were silent, the glare from the flashes<br>Revealing each weather-beat form,<br>Their airy-built castles all vanished<br>When they heard the wild conflict ahead;<br>Their hopes of the morning were banished,<br>And terror seemed ruling instead.<br>They gazed on the heavens above them<br>And then on the waters beneath,<br>And shrunk as foreboding those billows<br>Might shroud them ere morrow in death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hark! A voice o’er the tempest came ringing,<br>A wild cry of bitter despair<br>Re-echoed by all in the vessel,<br>And filling the wind-ridden air.<br>The breakers and rocks were before them<br>Discovered too plain to their eyes,<br>And the heart-bursting shrieks of the hopeless<br>Ascending were lost in the skies.<br>Then a crash, then a moan from the dying<br>Went on, on the wings of the gale,<br>Soon hush’d in the roar of the waters<br>And the tempest’s continuing wail.<br>The “Storm Power” loudly was sounding<br>Their funeral dirge as they passed,<br>And the white-crested waters around them<br>Re-echoed the voice of the blast.<br>The surges will show to the morrow<br>A fearful and heartrending sight,<br>And bereaved ones will weep in their sorrow<br>When they think of that terrible night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The day on the ocean returning<br>Saw still’d to a slumber the deep—<br>Not a zephyr disturbing its bosom,<br>The winds and the breezes asleep.<br>Again the warm sunshine was gleaming<br>Refulgently fringing the sea,<br>Its rays to the horizon beaming<br>And clothing the land on the lee.<br>The billows were silently gliding<br>O’er the graves of the sailors beneath,<br>The waves round the vessel yet pointing<br>The scene of their anguish and death.<br>They seemed to the fancy bewailing<br>The sudden and terrible doom<br>Of those who were yesterday singing<br>And laughing in sight of their tomb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>’Tis thus on the sea of existence—<br>The morning begins without care,<br>Hope cheerfully points to the distance,<br>The Future beams sunny and fair;<br>And we—as the bark o’er the billows,<br>Admiring the beauty of day,<br>With Fortune all smiling around us—<br>Glide onward our silvery way.<br>We know not nor fear for a sorrow<br>Ever crossing our pathway in life;<br>We judge from to-day the to-morrow<br>And dream not of meeting with strife.<br>This world seems to us as an Eden<br>And we wonder when hearing around<br>The cries of stern pain and affliction<br>How such an existence is found.<br>But we find to our cost when misfortune<br>Comes mantling our sun in its night,<br>That the Earth was not made to be Heaven,<br>Not always our life can be bright.<br>In turn we see each of our day-dreams<br>Dissolve into air and decay,<br>And learn that the hopes that are brightest<br>Fade soonest—far soonest away.</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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In the freshness of morning its beams;
And the breast of the ocean seemed glowing
With glittering silvery streams:
A bark in the distance was bounding
Away for the land on her lee;
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