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[[underlined]] 45 [[/underlined]] A thousand miles from land are we Tossing about on the roaring Sea From billow to bounding billow cast Like fleecy snow on the Stormy blast The Sails are Scattered abroad like weeds The Stormy Masts shake like quivering reeds The mighty Cables, and Iron chains The Hull, which all earthly strength disdains They strain and they crack, and hearts like Stone Their natural hard proud strength disown Up and down! Up and down! From the base of the wave, to the billow's crown And amidst the flashy and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home. 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 lair To warm her young, and to teach them Spring At once o'er the waves, on their Stormy wing! On the deep! On the deep! Where the Whale, and the Shark, and the Swordfish Sleep Out flying, the blast and the driving rain The Petrel telleth her tale - in vain For the mariner curseth the warning bird Who bringeth him news of the Storms unheard Ah! thus doth the prophet of good or ill Meet hate from the creatures he serveth still Yet [[underlined]] he [[/underlined]] ne'er falters; So Petrel! spring Once more o'er the waves on thy Stormy wing - Wednesday April 4th 1849. Weather mild. and clear almost a Calm. Saw a Sail to the Westward 12 M Lat 32° 49' South Long 47° 36' North.