The Tempest
We were crowded in the cabin;
Not a soul would dare to sleep:
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.
’T is a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, “Cut away the mast!”
So we shuddered there in silence,
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers threatened death.
And as thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy in his prayers,
“We are lost!” the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.
But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
“Isn’t God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?”
Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer;
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.
By James T. Fields
James Thomas Fields was born on 31 December 1817 in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, United States of America. He became a publisher, an editor, a poet, and a writer. His books include, “Yesterdays with Authors” (1871). James Thomas Fields passed on at 63 years of age on 24 April 1881 in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America. His biography, written by his wife Annie Adams Fields, is titled “Memoir of James T. Fields, by His Wife” (1881).
We were crowded in the cabin;
Not a soul would dare to sleep:
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.
’T is a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, “Cut away the mast!”
So we shuddered there in silence,
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers threatened death.
And as thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy in his prayers,
“We are lost!” the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.
But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
“Isn’t God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?”
Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer;
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.
By James T. Fields
James Thomas Fields was born on 31 December 1817 in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, United States of America. He became a publisher, an editor, a poet, and a writer. His books include, “Yesterdays with Authors” (1871). James Thomas Fields passed on at 63 years of age on 24 April 1881 in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America. His biography, written by his wife Annie Adams Fields, is titled “Memoir of James T. Fields, by His Wife” (1881).
