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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420801" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Swan Song of Parson Avery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the reaper's task was ended, and the summer wearing late,<br>Parson Avery sailed from Newbury, with his wife and children eight,<br>Dropping down the river-harbor in the shallop 'Watch and Wait.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer-morn,<br>With the newly planted orchards dropping their fruits first-born,<br>And the home-roofs like brown islands amid a sea of corn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Broad meadows reached out 'seaward the tided creeks between,<br>And hills rolled wave-like inland, with oaks and walnuts green;-<br>A fairer home, a-goodlier land, his eyes had never seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet away sailed Parson Avery, away where duty led,<br>And the voice of God seemed calling, to break the living bread<br>To the souls of fishers starving on the rocks of Marblehead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day they sailed: at nightfall the pleasant land-breeze died,<br>The blackening sky, at midnight, its starry lights denied,<br>And far and low the thunder of tempest prophesied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blotted out were all the coast-lines, gone were rock, and wood, and sand;<br>Grimly anxious stood the skipper with the rudder in his hand,<br>And questioned of the darkness what was sea and what was land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the preacher heard his dear ones, nestled round him, weeping sore,<br>'Never heed, my little children! Christ is walking on before;<br>To the pleasant land of heaven, where the sea shall be no more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All at once the great cloud parted, like a curtain drawn aside,<br>To let down the torch of lightning on the terror far and wide;<br>And the thunder and the whirlwind together smote the tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was wailing in the shallop, woman's wail and man's despair,<br>A crash of breaking timbers on the rocks so sharp and bare,<br>And, through it all, the murmur of Father Avery's prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From his struggle in the darkness with the wild waves and the blast,<br>On a rock, where every billow broke above him as it passed,<br>Alone, of all his household, the man of God was cast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There a comrade heard him praying, in the pause of wave and wind<br>'All my own have gone before me, and I linger just behind;<br>Not for life I ask, but only for the rest Thy ransomed find!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In this night of death I challenge the promise of Thy word!-<br>Let me see the great salvation of which mine ears have heard!-<br>Let me pass from hence forgiven, through the grace of Christ, our Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In the baptism of these waters wash white my every sin,<br>And let me follow up to Thee my household and my kin!<br>Open the sea-gate of Thy heaven, and let me enter in!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the Christian sings his death-song, all the listening heavens draw near,<br>And the angels, leaning over the walls of crystal, hear<br>How the notes so faint and broken swell to music in God's ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ear of God was open to His servant's last request;<br>As the strong wave swept him downward the sweet hymn upward pressed,<br>And the soul of Father Avery went, singing, to its rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was wailing on the mainland, from the rocks of Marblehead;<br>In the stricken church of Newbury the notes of prayer were read;<br>And long, by board and hearthstone, the living mourned the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still the fishers outbound, or scudding from the squall,<br>With grave and reverent faces, the ancient tale recall,<br>When they see the white waves breaking on the Rock of Avery's Fall!</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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Dropping down the river-harbor in the shallop 'Watch and Wait.'

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