Lead Kindly Light, by John Henry Newman, 1801-1890:
Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom;
Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Lead thou me on!
The Lighthouse, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807-1882:
And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
Through the deep purple of the twilight air,
Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light
With strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!
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Pharos Loquitor, by Sir Walter Scott, 1771-1832:
Far in the bosom of the deep,
O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep;
A ruddy gem of changeful light,
Bound on the dusky brow of night,
Let the Lower Lights be Burning, by Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876:
Let the lower lights be burning!
Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of Capt. Horatio Williams and his schooner, the Paragon. You can read the story here: www.villagecraftsmen.com/news112115.htm.
I have one, of sorts, in my book, "Lyrics and Poems from the Shenandoah". Enjoy :-)
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The Lighthouse - Robb Foster
My neighbor has a lighthouse,
And why? I do not know
We live up in the mountains here
Where would the shipping go?
Red and white and well detected
Tolling silent warning
Looking rather lonely there
I pass it every morning
It's job is well defined, I think
Out standing with her roses
To keep the ships that just might come
My guess, she presupposes
High and dry and quite protected
Shining bright at nightfall
If freighters were to see it there
Imagine, it'd be frightful!
To each his own I've often thought
But now it has me thinking
Captains, if you pass this way
Your ship is surely sinking!
Another hundred years, with sea level rise unchecked,that mountain lighthouse will be a welcome sight for poet Foster's sea captains.
ReplyDelete:-) Too funny!
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