The wind had tossed, the night was rough
But now the seas had calmed
The moonlight bathed the sea in glass
A shining orb, embalmed
Across the glowing surface they,
Amidst reflected light,
Would cast their weary sailing eyes
To contemplate the night
And as their contemplating grew
A shadow in the distance rose
Each eye towards it fearsome drew
Each heart of hearts in each man froze
Upsprang the Wind with violent rage
As Lightning fired across the sky
Sang Thunder quaking all the stage
'Neath which lay crushed, a fisher's cry
Who fought against all nature's will,
Against, with arms, a troubled sea,
A shadowed spirit nearing still,
With fear and trembling, battled he
Then penetrating all the noise
Through darkness insecure
He heard the voice, he heard the voice
so soft, so calm, so sure
While billows tossed and tempest raged
Impulsive, yes, but unafraid
The voice had so his fear assuaged
He leapt, just as the Master bade
But as he crossed the space between
The fourth watch wind crashed all around
And while he sank with frightened mien
He prayed that he might not be drowned
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