Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529126" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alec Yeaton's Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned, <br>And the white caps flecked the sea; <br>&quot;An' I would to God,&quot; the skipper groaned, <br>&quot;I had not my boy with me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snug in the stern-sheets, little John <br>Laughed as the scud swept by; <br>But the skipper's sunburnt cheeks grew wan <br>As he watched the wicked sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Would he were at his mother's side!&quot; <br>And the skipper's eyes were dim. <br>&quot;Good Lord in heaven, if ill betide, <br>What would become of him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For me--my muscles are as steel, <br>For me let hap what may; <br>I might make shift upon the keel <br>Until the break o' day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But he, he is so weak and small, <br>So young, scarce learned to stand-- <br>O pitying Father of us all, <br>I trust him in Thy hand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For Thou, who makest from on high <br>A sparrow's fall--each one!-- <br>Surely, O Lord, thou'lt have an eye <br>On Alec Yeaton's son!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, helm hard-port; right straight he sailed <br>Towards the headland light: <br>The wind it moaned, the wind it wailed, <br>And black, black fell the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then burst a storm to make one quail <br>Though housed from winds and waves-- <br>They who could tell about that gale <br>Must rise from watery graves!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sudden it came, as sudden went; <br>Ere half the night was sped, <br>The winds were hushed, the waves were spent, <br>And the stars shone overhead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, as the morning mist grew thin, <br>The folk on Gloucester shore <br>Saw a little figure floating in <br>Secure, on a broken oar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up rose the cry, &quot;A wreck! a wreck! <br>Pull, mates, and waste no breath!&quot;-- <br>They knew it, though 't was but a speck <br>Upon the edge of death!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long did they marvel in the town <br>At God his strange decree, <br>That let the stalwart skipper drown <br>And the little child go free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Bailey+Aldrich">Thomas Bailey Aldrich</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529126" data-title="Alec Yeaton's Son de Thomas Bailey Aldrich" data-description="GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720

The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned, 
And the white caps flecked the sea; 
&quot;An' I would to God,&quot; the skipper groaned, 
&quot;I had not my boy with me!

Snug in the stern-sheets, little John 
Laughed as the sc..."></div>
</div>
</div>