Classic Poem

WRITTEN AT SEA

Yes , Desolation, on her viewless wing,
Even now, perhaps, is speeding with the blast
In deathful haste; — with angry visiting,
The surges sweep around us, and the mast,
Bereft of sail, bends like a fragile reed
Submissive to the storm: — but for yon light
I had begun to deem this dreary night,
For us, would have no morn. In greatest need,
When through life's sea man's erring bark is driven,
Thus doth the Beacon Hope with friendly gleam
Speak peace unto his soul; and though its beam
Bring not immediate aid, it can create
Courage, to bear the buffetings of Fate,
With patience, till he reach the wished-for port of Heaven!