Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DOG-WATCH, by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD

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THE DOG-WATCH, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Sweep on, the wave is curled with foam
Last Line: My native ground.
Subject(s): Sailing & Sailors; Seamen; Sails

SWEEP on, the wave is curled with foam,
Sweep on, the tide is bearing home,
Sweep on, the breeze is fair;
The sun himself hastes to the West,
Where lies the home that I love best, --
Wave, tide, and breeze may rage or rest
When I get there.
The twilight smiles upon the sea,
The stars shine out to pilot me;
And one, amidst the glare
Of all their host, --the evening star
Stoops sweetly o'er my home afar,
And says no storm my course shall mar,
Till I get there.
The listening of an anxious ear,
The gaze that brightens through a tear,
Out-feel the watcher's round.
I only hear the breakers roar,
I only see my own dear shore,
'T is I that soon shall tread once more
My native ground.

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