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Wherever his breath passed over the land,
In its reckless raging speed,
The mightiest trees could scarcely withstand
The devastation of the unseen hand,
That urged the ruinous deed.

Then over the ocean he quickly passed,
Where the vessels in safety lay,
And tossed them about, and shivered each mast,
Rending the sails that were firm and fast,
As he sped on his rapid way.

And many a ship with shrouds so fair,
With many a noble soul,
In all their pride have now perished there,
While the waves in their ceaseless course doth bear
The wrecks, as they onward roll.

Then the Storm Spirit paused, and cast a look
O'er the ruins his power had made,
And the desolate scene he quickly forsook,
While far in the distance his way he took,
As his furious arm was stayed.