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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fleet with flags arrayed<br>Sailed from the port of Brest,<br>And the Admiral's ship displayed<br>The signal: 'Steer southwest.'<br>For this Admiral D'Anville<br>Had sworn by cross and crown<br>To ravage with fire and steel<br>Our helpless Boston Town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were rumors in the street,<br>In the houses there was fear<br>Of the coming of the fleet,<br>And the danger hovering near.<br>And while from mouth to mouth<br>Spread the tidings of dismay,<br>I stood in the Old South,<br>Saying humbly: 'Let us pray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Lord! we would not advise;<br>But if in thy Providence<br>A tempest should arise<br>To drive the French fleet hence,<br>And scatter it far and wide,<br>Or sink it in the sea,<br>We should be satisfied,<br>And thine the glory be.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was the prayer I made,<br>For my soul was all on flame,<br>And even as I prayed<br>The answering tempest came;<br>It came with a mighty power,<br>Shaking the windows and walls,<br>And tolling the bell in the tower,<br>As it tolls at funerals. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lightning suddenly<br>Unsheathed its flaming sword,<br>And I cried: 'Stand still, and see<br>The salvation of the Lord!'<br>The heavens were black with cloud,<br>The sea was white with hail,<br>And ever more fierce and loud<br>Blew the October gale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fleet it overtook,<br>And the broad sails in the van<br>Like the tents of Cushan shook,<br>Or the curtains of Midian.<br>Down on the reeling decks<br>Crashed the o'erwhelming seas;<br>Ah, never were there wrecks<br>So pitiful as these! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a potter's vessel broke<br>The great ships of the line;<br>They were carried away as a smoke,<br>Or sank like lead in the brine.<br>O Lord! before thy path<br>They vanished and ceased to be,<br>When thou didst walk in wrath<br>With thine horses through the sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Sailed from the port of Brest,
And the Admiral's ship displayed
The signal: 'Steer southwest.'
For this Admiral D'Anville
Had sworn by cross and crown
To ravage with fire and steel
Our helpless Boston Town. 

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