John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Narrative and Legendary PoemsThe Swan Song of Parson Avery
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Parson Avery sailed from Newbury, with his wife and children eight,
Dropping down the river-harbor in the shallop “Watch and Wait.”
With the newly planted orchards dropping their fruits first-born,
And the home-roofs like brown islands amid a sea of corn.
And hills rolled wave-like inland, with oaks and walnuts green;—
A fairer home, a goodlier land, his eyes had never seen.
And the voice of God seemed calling, to break the living bread
To the souls of fishers starving on the rocks of Marblehead.
The blackening sky, at midnight, its starry lights denied,
And far and low the thunder of tempest prophesied!
Grimly anxious stood the skipper with the rudder in his hand,
And questioned of the darkness what was sea and what was land.
“Never heed, my little children! Christ is walking on before
To the pleasant land of heaven, where the sea shall be no more.”
To let down the torch of lightning on the terror far and wide;
And the thunder and the whirlwind together smote the tide.
A crash of breaking timbers on the rocks so sharp and bare,
And, through it all, the murmur of Father Avery’s prayer.
On a rock, where every billow broke above him as it passed,
Alone, of all his household, the man of God was cast.
“All my own have gone before me, and I linger just behind;
Not for life I ask, but only for the rest Thy ransomed find!
Let me see the great salvation of which mine ears have heard!—
Let me pass from hence forgiven, through the grace of Christ, our Lord!
And let me follow up to Thee my household and my kin!
Open the sea-gate of Thy heaven, and let me enter in!”
And the angels, leaning over the walls of crystal, hear
How the notes so faint and broken swell to music in God’s ear.
As the strong wave swept him downward the sweet hymn upward pressed,
And the soul of Father Avery went, singing, to its rest.
In the stricken church of Newbury the notes of prayer were read;
And long, by board and hearthstone, the living mourned the dead.
With grave and reverent faces, the ancient tale recall,
When they see the white waves breaking on the Rock of Avery’s Fall!