"The Ribs And Terrors In The Whale" Poem by Herman Melville

"The Ribs And Terrors In The Whale"

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The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by,
And left me deepening down to doom.

I saw the opening maw of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell—
Oh, I was plunging to despair.

In black distress, I called my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine,
He bowed his ear to my complaints—
No more the whale did me confine.

With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a radiant dolphin borne;
Awful, yet bright, as lightening shone
The face of my Deliverer God.

My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
I give the glory to my God,
His all the mercy and the power.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shakil Ahmed 30 November 2015

My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; I give the glory to my God, His all the mercy and the power. ____Beautiful lines, there is an undercurrent of rhythm through out the whole poem, well composed, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments, thanks.

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