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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420695" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fishermen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HURRAH! the seaward breezes<br>Sweep down the bay amain;<br>Heave up, my lads, the anchor!<br>Run up the sail again!<br>Leave to the lubber landsmen<br>The rail-car and the steed;<br>The stars of heaven shall guide us,<br>The breath of heaven shall speed.<br>From the hill-top looks the steeple,<br>And the lighthouse from the sand;<br>And the scattered pines are waving<br>Their farewell from the land.<br>One glance, my lads, behind us,<br>For the homes we leave one sigh,<br>Ere we take the change and chances<br>Of the ocean and the sky.<br>Now, brothers, for the icebergs<br>Of frozen Labrador,<br>Floating spectral in the moonshine,<br>Along the low, black shore!<br>Where like snow the gannet's feathers<br>On Brador's rocks are shed,<br>And the noisy murr are flying,<br>Like black scuds, overhead;<br>Where in mist the rock is hiding,<br>And the sharp reef lurks below,<br>And the white squall smites in summer,<br>And the autumn tempests blow;<br>Where, through gray and rolling vapor,<br>From evening unto morn,<br>A thousand, boats are hailing,<br>Horn answering unto horn.<br>Hurrah! for the Red Island,<br>With the white cross on its crown!<br>Hurrah! for Meccatina,<br>And its mountains bare and brown!<br>Where the Caribou's tall antlers<br>O'er the dwarf-wood freely toss,<br>And the footstep of the Mickmack<br>Has no sound upon the moss.<br>There we'll drop our lines, and gather<br>Old Ocean's treasures in,<br>Where'er the mottled mackerel<br>Turns up a steel-dark fin.<br>The sea's our field of harvest,<br>Its scaly tribes our grain;<br>We'll reap the teeming waters<br>As at home they reap the plain!<br>Our wet hands spread the carpet,<br>And light the hearth of home;<br>From our fish, as in the old time,<br>The silver coin shall come.<br>As the demon fled the chamber<br>Where the fish of Tobit lay,<br>So ours from all our dwellings<br>Shall frighten Want away.<br>Though the mist upon our jackets<br>In the bitter air congeals,<br>And our lines wind stiff and slowly<br>From off the frozen reels;<br>Though the fog be dark around us,<br>And the storm blow high and loud,<br>We will whistle down the wild wind,<br>And laugh beneath the cloud!<br>In the darkness as in daylight,<br>On the water as on land,<br>God's eye is looking on us,<br>And beneath us is His hand!<br>Death will find us soon or later,<br>On the deck or in the cot;<br>And we cannot meet him better<br>Than in working out our lot.<br>Hurrah! hurrah! the west-wind<br>Comes freshening down the bay,<br>The rising sails are filling;<br>Give way, my lads, give way!<br>Leave the coward landsman clinging<br>To the dull earth, like a weed;<br>The stars of heaven shall guide us,<br>The breath of heaven shall speed!</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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Sweep down the bay amain;
Heave up, my lads, the anchor!
Run up the sail again!
Leave to the lubber landsmen
The rail-car and the steed;
The stars of heaven shall guide us,
The breath of heaven shall speed.
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