THE tempest rages wild and high, The waves lift up their voice and cry Fierce answers to the angry sky, -- @3Miserere Domine.@1 Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main; -- @3Miserere Domine.@1 The thunders roar, the lightnings glare, Vain is it now to strive or dare; A cry goes up of great despair, -- @3Miserere Domine.@1 The stormy voices of the main, The moaning winds and pelting rain Beat on the nursery window-pane: -- @3Miserere Domine.@1 Warm curtained was the little bed, Soft pillowed was the little head; "The storm will wake the child," they said: -- @3Miserere Domine.@1 Cowering among his pillows white He prays, his blue eyes dim with fright, "Father, save those at sea to-night!" -- @3Miserere Domine.@1 The morning shone all clear and gay On a ship at anchor in the bay, And on a little child at play, -- @3Gloria tibi Domine.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH DUSK IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL |