The Lee Shore

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!