Noah built a mighty ship, Happy he o'er mountains sail'd, Till he drank out all his flip. Then his noble courage fail'd; Bade the dove go fetch a sign That water then no more did spout: Took the olive for a vine, Or he'd ne'er have ventured out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |