MONOGRAPH 



OF THE GENUS 



N A T I C A 



It sees the oceau to its bosom clasp 



The rocks aad sea-sand with the kiss of peace ; 

 It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp, 



And hold it up, and shake it like a tleecc. 

 The startled waves leap over it ; the storm 



Smites it with all the scourges of the rain, 

 And steadily against its solid form 



Press the great shouUlcrs of the hurriiane." — Lunijfeliow. 



