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!