Lines to the Stormy Petrel

The Lark sings for joy in her own loved land, In the furrowed field, by the breezes fanned; And so revel we In the furrowed sea, As joyous and glad as the lark can be. On the placid breast of the inland lake The wild duck delights her pastime to take; But the petrel braves The wild ocean waves, His wing in the foaming billow he laves. The halcyon loves in the noontide beam To follow his sport on the tranquil stream: He fishes at ease In the summer breeze, But we go angling in stormiest seas. No song-note have we but a piping cry, That blends with the storm when the wind is high. When the land-birds wail We sport in the gale, And merrily over the ocean we sail.

Collection: 
English
Anonymous
Sub Title: 
VI. Animate Nature

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