The dark Atlantic swells with bitter rage,
As jagged lightning cuts the heavy cloud.The howling winds unleash a lawless stage,And strike the battered ship with thunder loud.The massive walls of water rise and fall,The sailors grip the frozen hempen rope;They hear the deep, relentless vortex call,And cast away their final shreds of hope.Then through the screaming dark, a sudden peace (The Volta/Turn)Descends upon the eye within the gale.The frantic terrors of the spirit cease,As silver moonlight cuts the tearing sail.Though heavy storms may rip the outer sea,The center rests in perfect harmony.
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