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THE STORMY PETREL (Procellaria Pelagica). 1. THIS is the bird that sweeps over the seaFearless, and rapid, and strong is he; He never forsakes the billowy roar To dwell in calm on the tranquil shore,
Save when his mate, from the tempest's shocks, Protects her young in the splintered rocks.
2. Up and down! up and down!
From the base of the wave to the billow's crown,
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 lair1
To warm her young, and teach them to spring
3. All over the ocean, far from land,
Where the storm-king rises, dark and grand,
The mariner2 sees the Petrel meet
The fathomless3 waves with steady feet,
And a tireless wing, and a dauntless1 breast,
4. O'er the deep! o'er the deep!
Where the whale, and the shark, and the swordfish sleep:
Outflying the blast and the driving rain,
The Petrel telleth her tale-in vain ;
Meet hate from the creatures he serveth still:
Yet he never falters: so, Petrel, spring
5. So, 'mid the contest and toil of life,
My soul, when the billows of rage and strife
1 LAIR, resting-place.
14 DÄUNT'-LESS, bold; fearless.
2 MAR'-I-NER, seaman; a sailor.
5 SHROUD'-ED, covered; concealed.
3 FATH'-OM-LESS, the depth of which can not 6 SOM'-BRE, dull; cloudy; gloomy. be measured.
The first, third, and fifth verses of the foregoing are by Park Benjamin, and the second and fourth by B. W. Proctor. The several changes in metre render it a diffi. cult but useful reading exercise.
TO A WATER-FOWL.
WHITHER, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Thy solitary way?
Vainly the fowler's1 eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
Thy figure floats along.
Seek'st thou the plashy2 brink
Of weedy lake, or marge3 of river wide,
All day thy wings have fanned,
There is a Power whose care
Lone wandering, but not lost.
And soon that toil shall end;
Soon shalt thou find a summer, home, and rest,
Thou'rt gone! the abyss of heaven
He who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
1 FOWL'-ER, one who hunts wild fowls. 2 PLASH'-Y, watery.
S MÄRGE, for margin.
14 CHAFED, worn by the waves.
BIRDS OF PASSAGE BY NIGHT.
I hear the beat of their pinions fleet,
1. "WHAT is that, mother?"
"The lark, my child;
The morn has but just looked out and smiled,
Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays
Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise."
2. "What is that, mother ?"
"The dove, my son;
And that low, sweet voice, like the widow's moan,
3. "What is that, mother?"
"The eagle, my boy,
Proudly careering his course of joy;
Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine,
4. "What is that, mother ?"
"The swan, my love.
He is floating down from his native grove;
THE BIRDS OF HEAVEN.
1. HARK to Nature's lesson, given
2. "Say', have kings more wholesome fare
3. "One there lives, who, Lord of all,