We lie and listen to the hissing waves,Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,Which on the sea's face all unthankful gravesAn arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.
john davidsonThe unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
henry ward beecherWe lie and listen to the hissing waves, Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel, Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.
john davidson