WE were crowded in the cabin, <br />Not a soul would dare to sleep, <br />It was midnight on the waters, <br />And a storm was on the deep. <br /> <br />'Tis a fearful thing in winter <br />To be shattered by the blast, <br />And to hear the rattling trumpet <br />Thunder, 'Cut away the mast!' <br /> <br />So we shuddered there in silence, <br />For the stoutest held his breath, <br />While the hungry sea was roaring <br />And the breakers talked with death. <br /> <br />As thus we sat in darkness, <br />Each one busy with his prayers, <br />'We are lost !' the captain shouted, <br />As he staggered down the stairs. <br /> <br />But his little daughter whispered, <br />As she took his icy hand, <br />'Isn't God upon the ocean, <br />Just the same as on the land?' <br /> <br />Then we kissed the little maiden, <br />And we spake in better cheer, <br />And we anchored safe in harbor <br />When the morn was shining clear.<br /><br />James Thomas Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-captain-s-daughter/
