Classic Poem

Sleet ! and Hail! and Thunder!
And ye Winds that rave,
Till the sands thereunder
Tinge the sullen wave —

Winds, that like a Demon,
Howl with horrid note
Round the toiling Seaman,
In his tossing boat —

From his humble dwelling,
On the shingly shore,
Where the billows swelling,
Keep such hollow roar —

From that weeping Woman,
Seeking with her cries
Succour superhuman
From the frowning skies —

From the Urchin pining
For his Father's knee —
From the lattice shining,
Drive him out to sea!

Let broad leagues dissever
Him from yonder foam; —
Oh, God! to think Man ever
Comes too near his Home!