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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX.  1876–79.
 
New England: Boston, Mass.
A Ballad of the French Fleet
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)
 
October, 1746

MR. THOMAS PRINCE loquitur.

A FLEET with flags arrayed
  Sailed from the port of Brest,
And the Admiral’s ship displayed
  The signal: “Steer southwest.”
For this Admiral D’Anville        5
  Had sworn by cross and crown
To ravage with fire and steel
  Our helpless Boston Town.
 
There were rumors in the street,
  In the houses there was fear        10
Of the coming of the fleet,
  And the danger hovering near.
And while from mouth to mouth
  Spread the tidings of dismay,
I stood in the Old South,        15
  Saying humbly: “Let us pray!
 
“O Lord! we would not advise;
  But if in thy Providence
A tempest should arise
  To drive the French Fleet hence,        20
And scatter it far and wide,
  Or sink it in the sea,
We should be satisfied,
  And thine the glory be.”
 
This was the prayer I made,        25
  For my soul was all on flame,
And even as I prayed
  The answering tempest came;
It came with a mighty power,
  Shaking the windows and walls,        30
And tolling the bell in the tower,
  As it tolls at funerals.
 
The lightning suddenly
  Unsheathed its flaming sword,
And I cried: “Stand still, and see        35
  The salvation of the Lord!”
The heavens were black with cloud,
  The sea was white with hail,
And ever more fierce and loud
  Blew the October gale.        40
 
The fleet it overtook,
  And the broad sails in the van
Like the tents of Cushan shook,
  Or the curtains of Midian.
Down on the reeling decks        45
  Crashed the o’erwhelming seas;
Ah, never were there wrecks
  So pitiful as these!
 
Like a potter’s vessel broke
  The great ships of the line;        50
They were carried away as a smoke,
  Or sank like lead in the brine.
O Lord! before thy path
  They vanished and ceased to be,
When thou didst walk in wrath        55
  With thine horses through the sea!
 
 
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