THE STORMY PETREL. 



A thousand miles from land are we, 

 Tossing about on the stormy sea 



From billow to bounding billow cast, 



Like fleecy snow on the stormy blast. 

 The sails are scattered abroad like weeds, 

 The strong masts shake like quivering reeds ; 



The mighty cables and iron chains, 



The hull which all earthly strength disdains 

 They strain and they crack, and hearts like stone 

 Their natural, hard, proud strength disown. 



Up and down! up and down! 



Prom the base of the wave to the billow's crown, 



And amidst the flashing and feathery foam 



The Stormy Petrel finds a home 

 A home, if such a place may be 

 For her who lives on the wide, wide sea. 



On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, 



And only seeketh her rocky lair 

 To warn her young and teach them to spring 

 At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing ! 



O'er the deep! o'er the deep ! 



Where the whale and the shark and the sword fish sleep 



Out-flying the blast and the driving rain, 



The Petrel telleth her tale in vain ; 

 For the mariner curseth the warning bird 

 Which bringeth him news of the storm unheard ! 



Ah ! thus does the prophet of good or ill 



Meet hate from the creatures he serveth still ; 

 Yet he ne'er falters so, Petrel, spring 

 Once more o'er the waves on thy stormy wing! 



BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. 



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