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!