The Lee Shore.
By Thomas Hood
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 Succor 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!
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