STANDING ON THE PROMISES (54 OF 56)
Standing on the Promises (54 of 56)
Series: The Church in ACTSion
Wyman Richardson
Acts 27
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In 1840, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow published his astounding poem, ''The Wreck of the Hesperus.''
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.
Then up and spake an old Sailòr,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
''I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
''Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!''
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.
''Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow.''
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.
''O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
Oh say, what may it be?''
'''T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!'' -
And he steered for the open sea.
''O father! I hear the sound of guns,
Oh say, what may it be?''
''Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!''
''O father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh say, what may it be?''
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
Th ...
Series: The Church in ACTSion
Wyman Richardson
Acts 27
Read Acts 27
In 1840, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow published his astounding poem, ''The Wreck of the Hesperus.''
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.
Then up and spake an old Sailòr,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
''I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
''Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!''
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.
''Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow.''
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.
''O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
Oh say, what may it be?''
'''T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!'' -
And he steered for the open sea.
''O father! I hear the sound of guns,
Oh say, what may it be?''
''Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!''
''O father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh say, what may it be?''
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
Th ...
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