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ANSWER TO "A STORM AT SEA."

Ar night the storm would be worst,
Then, heaven's artillery burst,

Then, all trembled and prayed.

No sleep indeed, for who could sleep?
A faithful watch the sailors keep,

To close an eye afraid.

The captain walked the deck, amidst that fearful din
Of thunder, wind, and waves, and would not once turn in.

Sobbing and sighing the gale went down,
Morning dispersing the darkening frown
That covered the face of the sky.

How are the passengers, how do they feel?
Some are discussing the morning meal;
Others-the danger gone by.

And one is there who never shrinks from sound of woe or wail,
A woman, gently born and bred,-her name is-Nightingale.