from Tie Mi,;ner's Magasiae.

THE STORM.
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On the lone cliff, that hides its savage brow
Within the brow of each threatening cloud,
I listen'd for the ship-bel's sound,
The merry seamen's laugh, the lahonring oars
Hook for Wales, with blooming lowrets crown'd;
But all were fed. The wind blew cold and


loud;


No foot step mark'd wandcrer on the shore;
The waves with anger rent the rock below.
Shiv'ring saw the tumhlinc bark wreck,
Sink midst the fury of the boiling waves,
Poor hapless sailors cold untimely graves,
Their knell the sea-bird's melancholy shrek.
Perhaps some female, at this very hour,
child bv the grasp of fear, uphraiis the wind,
And racks with busy thought the hroodng mind
As on the window beats the midnight shown.
but half the weld unknown to thought or care
Secure in costly domcs, lie hid in sleep,
Deaf to the meanings Of the troubled air,
Or shricks of death that issue from the deep.