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[52] “God help us!” cried the seamen,
     “For vain is mortal skill:
The good ship on a stormy sea
     Is drifting at its will.”

Then up spake John De Matha:
     “My mariners, never fear!
The Lord, whose breath has filled her sail
     May well our vessel steer!”

So on through storm and darkness
     They drove for weary hours;
And lo! the third gray morning shone
     On Ostia's friendly towers.

And on the walls the watchers
     The ship of mercy knew--
They knew far off its holy cross,
     The red, the white, and blue.

And the bells in all the steeples
     Rang out in glad accord,
To welcome home to Christian soil
     The ransomed of the Lord.

So runs the ancient legend
     By bard and painter told;
And lo! the cycle rounds again,
     The new is as the old!

With rudder foully broken,
     And sails by traitors torn,
Our Country on a midnight sea
     Is waiting for the morn.

Before her, nameless terror;
     Behind, the pirate-foe;
The clouds are black above her,
     The sea is white below.

The hope of all who suffer;
     The dread of all who wrong;
She drifts in darkness and in storm,
     How long, O Lord! how long?

But courage, O my mariners!
     Ye shall not stiffer wreck
While up to God the freedman's prayers
     Are rising from your deck.

Is not your sail the banner
     Which God hath blest anew,
The mantle that De Matha wore,
     The red, the white, the blue?

Its hues are all of heaven--
     The red of sunset's dye,
The whiteness of the moon-lit cloud,
     The blue of morning's sky.

Wait cheerily, then, O mariners!
     For daylight and for land;
The breath of God is in your sail,
     Your rudder is his hand.

Sail on, sail on, deep-freighted
     With blessings and with hopes;
The saints of old, with shadowy hands,
     Are pulling at your ropes.

Behind ye holy martyrs
     Uplift the palm and crown;
Before ye unborn ages send
     Their benedictions down.

Take heart from John De Matha!
     God's errands never fail!
Sweep on through storm and darkness,
     The thunder and the hail!

Sail on! the morning cometh,
     The port ye yet shall win;
And all the bells of God shall ring
     The good ship bravely in!

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