Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MASTER OF MY BOAT, by JOSEPH ADDISON RICHARDS First Line: I owned a little boat a while ago Last Line: And his my will. Subject(s): Boats; God | ||||||||
I owned a little boat a while ago And sailed a Morning Sea without a fear, And whither any breeze might fairly blow I'd steer the little craft afar or near. Mine was the boat, And mine the air, And mine the sea, Not mine a care. My boat became my place of nightly toil, I sailed at sunset to the fishing ground; At morn the boat was freighted with the spoil That my all-conquering work and skill had found. Mine was the boat, And mine the net, And mine the skill And power to get. One day there passed along the silent shore, While I my net was casting in the sea, A Man, who spoke as never man before; I followed Himnew life began in me. Mine was the boat, But His the voice, And His the call, Yet mine the choice. Ah, 'twas a fearful night out on the lake, And all my skill availed not at the helm, Till Him asleep I waken, crying, "Take, Take Thou command, lest waters overwhelm!" His was the boat, And His the sea, And His the peace O'er all and me. Once from His boat He taught the curious throng, Then bade me let down nets out in the sea; I murmured, but obeyed, nor was it long Before the catch amazed and humbled me. His was the boat, And His the skill, And His the catch, And His my will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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