THE STORMY PETEREL. S 
There was a ship went down last night,— 
A good ship and a fair; 
A costly freight within her lay, 
And many a soul was there! 
The night-black storm was over her, 
And ’neath, the caverned wave: 
In all her strength she perished, 
Nor skill of man could save. 
The cry of her great agony 
Went upward to the sky; 
She perished in her strength and pride, 
Nor human aid was nigh. 
But thou, O stormy Peterel, 
Went’st screaming o’er the foam ;— 
Are there no tidings from that ship 
Which thou canst carry home? 
Yes! He who raised the tempest up, 
Sustained each drooping one ; 
And God was present in the storm, 
Though human aid was none! 
