AT SEA--STORM.

Winter Ocean,

Furious Ocean,

Fierce and loud thy choral lay:

Storm-clouds soaring,

Whirlwinds roaring

O'er thy breast in madness play.

Homeless petrels shriek their omen

Harshly 'mid thy billows' roar;

Fleshless bones of shipwreck'd seamen

Dash against thy rock-ribb'd shore.

War's commotion,

Winter Ocean,

Like thyself, when tempest driven,

By passion hurl'd,

Would wreck the world,

And mock the wrath-scowling heaven.

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