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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX.  1876–79.
 
New England: Scituate, Mass.
At Sea
George Lunt (1803–1885)
 
IT was off the cuffs of Scituate,
  In old Massachusetts Bay,
We took a stiff northeaster,
  About the break of day;
Lord! how it howled and whistled        5
  Through the ratlines and the shrouds,
As the icy snow dashed pelting
  Through the scud of lowering clouds!
 
Outspoke then our bold captain,—
  “She fairly drifts astern;        10
Against this gale no Boston
  Can the good barque make, this turn;
To beach her were but madness,
  Where the wild surf runs so high,—
Under our lee lies Scituate,        15
  And there we can but try.”
 
Then “Hard up!” cried the captain,—
  Like a bird she bore away,
The blast just struck her quarter,
  And she flew across the bay;        20
Before us broke the dreaded bar,
  And by the helmsman stood
Our captain, as the brave barque plunged
  Into the foam-tossed flood.
 
One plunge! the strong wave lifted her,—        25
  Aghast stood all the crew!
Again,—she rose upon the surge,—
  And it brought her safely through.
Now, God bless Scituate Harbor,
  And be blessed forevermore,        30
Who saved us from the sea’s cold clasp,
  By that wild, treacherous shore.
 
 
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