Bonaparte's farewell/The Bay of Biscay o
THE BAY OF BISCAY O
Load roar’d the dreadful thunder,
the rain in deluge showers!
The clouds were rent asunder,
by lightning’s vivid powers!
The night both drear and dark,
Our poor devoted bark,
Till next day,
There she lay,
In the bay of Biscay O!
Now dash’d upon the billow,
her op’ning timbers creak;
Each fears a wat’ry pillow,
none stops the dreadful leak!
To climb to slipp’ry shrouds,
Each breathless seaman crowds,
As she lay,
Till next day,
In the bay of Biscay O!
At length the wish’d for morrow
broke through the hazy sky;
Absorb’d in silent sorrow,
each heav’d a bitter sigh:
The dismal wreck to view,
Struck horror to the crew,
As she lay,
On that day,
In the bay of Biscay O!
Her yielding timbers sever,
her pitchy seams are rent;
When heav’n, all-bounteous ever,
Its boundless mercy sent!
A sail in sight appears,
We hail her with three cheers,
Now we sail,
With the gale,
From the bay of Biscay O!
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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