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VOL. II. APRIL 1,1889. NO- 4. 



TO A STORMY PETREL. 



BY. WM. L. KELLS. 



Loud is the tempest's dreadful roar; 



Men's hearts are filled with woe; 

 Their ship may sink to rise no more, 



Down in the depths below. 



Fierce is the raging of the wind — 



The sea runs mountains high, 

 And seems, to the despairing mind. 



To reach the very sky. 



Yet even here are to be found 



Who dread no tempest's roar; 

 The Petrels fly the ship around, 



As they did oft before. 



The winds may blow, the storms may rave — 



No danger threatens thee, 

 Who walks upon the crested wave, 



And skims the raging sea. 



Thy little brood is all thy care — 



Within the seagirt rock 

 Thy nest is found, and thou can't there 



The tempest's fury mock. 



Oh, could T fly! I'd go with thee 



From all this world of care. 

 And make my home upon the sea, 



And find companions there. 



