Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE STORM, by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER


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First Line: The tempest rages wild and high
Last Line: Gloria tibi domine.
Alternate Author Name(s): Berwick, Mary
Subject(s): Sea; Ships & Shipping; Storms; Ocean


THE tempest rages wild and high,
The waves lift up their voice and cry
Fierce answers to the angry sky, --
Miserere Domine.

Through the black night and driving rain
A ship is struggling, all in vain,
To live upon the stormy main; --
Miserere Domine.

The thunders roar, the lightnings glare,
Vain is it now to strive or dare;
A cry goes up of great despair, --
Miserere Domine.

The stormy voices of the main,
The moaning winds and pelting rain
Beat on the nursery window-pane: --
Miserere Domine.

Warm curtained was the little bed,
Soft pillowed was the little head;
"The storm will wake the child," they said: --
Miserere Domine.

Cowering among his pillows white
He prays, his blue eyes dim with fright,
"Father, save those at sea to-night!" --
Miserere Domine.

The morning shone all clear and gay
On a ship at anchor in the bay,
And on a little child at play, --
Gloria tibi Domine.





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