O God! have mercy in this dreadful hour, On the poor mariner; In comfort here, Safe sheltered as I am, I almost fear The blast that rages with resistless power. What were it now to toss upon the waves, The maddened waves, and know no succor near; The howling of the storm alone to hear, And the wild sea that to the tempest raves; To gaze amid the horrors of the night, And only see the billow's gleaming light; Then, in the dread of death, to think of her, Who, as she listens sleepless to the gale, Puts up a silent prayer, and waxes pale? O God! have mercy on the mariner! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLD NIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN AN OLD CASTLE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |