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ON THE STORMY PETREL.
Yet dost thou carelessly
Sport o'er the wave,
Fearless of finding
A watery grave!
Sport o'er the wave,
Fearless of finding
A watery grave!
When the storm rages,
And tempests beat high,
Still on the crests
Of the billows you fly;
And tempests beat high,
Still on the crests
Of the billows you fly;
Sportively, joyously,
Dart through the foam,
Still seem delighted
O'er ocean to roam.
Dart through the foam,
Still seem delighted
O'er ocean to roam.
Bird of three elements,
Air, water, earth,
Where dost thou rear thy young?
Where hail their birth?
Air, water, earth,
Where dost thou rear thy young?
Where hail their birth?
Is it on some lonely
Rock in the sea,
Rock in the sea,
