The ribs and terrors in the whale, Arched over me a dismal gloom, While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by, And lift me deepening down to doom. I saw the opening maw of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there; Which none but they that feel can tell -- Oh, I was plunging to despair. In black distress, I called my God, When I could scarce believe him mine, He bowed his ear to my complaints -- No more the whale did me confine. With speed he flew to my relief, As on a radiant dolphin borne; Awful, yet bright, as lightning shone The face of my Deliverer God. My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; I give the glory to my God, His all the mercy and the power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL TRIOLET: THOSE VIOLETS BLUE by H. W. BANKS TO MISS DIXON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD by WILLIAM BARNES FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE CONSOLATION by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE WIND OF MAY by EDWARD CARPENTER |