[Written for the Sentinel.]

MY SHIP

Midnight, and the angry, storm-rocked sea;The mad, wild pageantry of dashing waves.The torrent pours,—from mighty clouds let free;The swift wind raves,

And roll on roll the ceaseless thunder booms;The lurid lightning gleams in vivid flame;O'er sky and sea a seeming terror looms,A poignant claim.

September 5, 1908
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