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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420660" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Captain’s Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From pain and peril, by land and main,<br>The shipwrecked sailor came back again;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like one from the dead, the threshold cross'd<br>Of his wondering home, that had mourned him lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where he sat once more with his kith and kin,<br>And welcomed his neighbors thronging in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when morning came he called for his spade.<br>'I must pay my debt to the Lord,' he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why dig you here?' asked the passer-by;<br>'Is there gold or silver the road so nigh?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, friend,' he answered: 'but under this sod<br>Is the blessed water, the wine of God.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Water! the Powow is at your back,<br>And right before you the Merrimac,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And look you up, or look you down,<br>There 's a well-sweep at every door in town.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'True,' he said, 'we have wells of our own;<br>But this I dig for the Lord alone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said the other: 'This soil is dry, you know.<br>I doubt if a spring can be found below;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You had better consult, before you dig,<br>Some water-witch, with a hazel twig.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, wet or dry, I will dig it here,<br>Shallow or deep, if it takes a year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In the Arab desert, where shade is none,<br>The waterless land of sand and sun,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Under the pitiless, brazen sky<br>My burning throat as the sand was dry;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My crazed brain listened in fever dreams<br>For plash of buckets and ripple of streams;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And opening my eyes to the blinding glare,<br>And my lips to the breath of the blistering air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tortured alike by the heavens and earth,<br>I cursed, like Job, the day of my birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then something tender, and sad, and mild<br>As a mother's voice to her wandering child,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rebuked my frenzy; and bowing my head,<br>I prayed as I never before had prayed:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pity me, God! for I die of thirst;<br>Take me out of this land accurst;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And if ever I reach my home again,<br>Where earth has springs, and the sky has rain,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will dig a well for the passers-by,<br>And none shall suffer from thirst as I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I saw, as I prayed, my home once more,<br>The house, the barn, the elms by the door,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The grass-lined road, that riverward wound,<br>The tall slate stones of the burying-ground,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The belfry and steeple on meeting-house hill,<br>The brook with its dam, and gray grist mill,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And I knew in that vision beyond the sea,<br>The very place where my well must be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God heard my prayer in that evil day;<br>He led my feet in their homeward way,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'From false mirage and dried-up well,<br>And the hot sand storms of a land of hell,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Till I saw at last through the coast-hill's gap,<br>A city held in its stony lap,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The mosques and the domes of scorched Muscat,<br>And my heart leaped up with joy thereat;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For there was a ship at anchor lying,<br>A Christian flag at its mast-head flying,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And sweetest of sounds to my homesick ear<br>Was my native tongue in the sailor's cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now the Lord be thanked, I am back again,<br>Where earth has springs, and the skies have rain,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And the well I promised by Oman's Sea,<br>I am digging for him in Amesbury.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His kindred wept, and his neighbors said<br>'The poor old captain is out of his head.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But from morn to noon, and from noon to night,<br>He toiled at his task with main and might;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when at last, from the loosened earth,<br>Under his spade the stream gushed forth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fast as he climbed to his deep well's brim,<br>The water he dug for followed him,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shouted for joy: 'I have kept my word,<br>And here is the well I promised the Lord!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The long years came and the long years went,<br>And he sat by his roadside well content;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He watched the travellers, heat-oppressed,<br>Pause by the way to drink and rest,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the sweltering horses dip, as they drank,<br>Their nostrils deep in the cool, sweet tank,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And grateful at heart, his memory went<br>Back to that waterless Orient,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the blessed answer of prayer, which came<br>To the earth of iron and sky of flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when a wayfarer weary and hot,<br>Kept to the mid road, pausing not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the well's refreshing, he shook his head;<br>'He don't know the value of water,' he said;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Had he prayed for a drop, as I have done,<br>In the desert circle of sand and sun,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He would drink and rest, and go home to tell<br>That God's best gift is the wayside well!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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The shipwrecked sailor came back again;

And like one from the dead, the threshold cross'd
Of his wondering home, that had mourned him lost.

Where he sat once more with his kith and kin,
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