The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-18

Wild shrieks the dreadful gale
In awful league with death,
Dread monster from the iorrid Gulf
We feel thy mighty breath!
A lusty boy conceived in spite,
From tropic matrx blown,
And screaming north in gath'ring might,
a giant hast thou grown!
The waves in mountains beat the beach,
And dreadful guns are booming;
Is there no friendly help in reach
For bark with lee shore looming?
Forbidding black the awful night,
And scud and spume are flying,
Oh what a grievous fearful plight
Those sailors out there dying!
Lashed troubled now the erst calm sea,
It's arms tossed up in white,
The way to bark is danger fraught
Thou cans't not save tonight.
Foam crested comes the tidal rise,
And flashing frothiug wave,
Hark, didst thou hear despairing cries
AS sailor finds his gravel
High upward shoots the rocket
Its light flares up the black,
The storm as if to mock it,
Its lightning flashes back!
Hark the distress signal gun,
At interval in the slack,
The wild storm in eerie fun,
Its thunder pealeth back!
The spirit of the devil
Is out abroad tonight;
The author of all evil
Through agents shows his might!
Hear now that devilish whistle,
And hear that yelling pack;
They are doing now his bidding,
Out there in the black!
In every gust a demon,
A fiend in every blast
The air is full of devils
Shrieking, bowling past
Blow east, blow west, tear up, tear down
Spare nothing within reach,
Uproot monarch of the forest,
Throw ship upon the beach!
| O equinoctial horror,
And levelipg, telling blast
| Wen see thy wreck tomorrow,
Thou grim iconoclast!
o God, who ruleth the heavens,
And didst the storm abate,
! Thy calm within us leavens
This discord and this hate.
| The elemental wars
And wild rage OF the wind
Are type of broken laws,
And only man has sinned.
Never the storm of nature
| And wild wrath of the wind
If cease the storms of passion
That toss and wreck mankind.
IT could not sleep" he said
while thinking of those men
who by morning may be dead;
"They cannot hold till then"
Wild yells the furious gale,
And bowling stin the hellish blast,
! Does his young heart quan
| And sailor cings to reeling mast?
No, stouter now than ever
That stout and brave young heart;
Part from duty, never!
Though from loved ones he must part.
IT'S the voice of humanity calling,
He hears and obeys the call
| A mission Of succor and mercy,
| Though he himself must fail.
Many have died in battle,
And gloriously. fearlessly fell
Mid the drum and musketry rattle,
And bursting of the shell!
But not to martial music
In fierce charge did he go,
He only faced the cruel wave
And wild wind as foe.
Never a greater hero
Than he who his young life gave,
Who went to battle with ocean
And found a watery grave!
The storm has taken its victim,
Its wrath is spent and gone,
God pity those left all bereft,
And leave them not alone.
Like the sun shining after the darkness,
Show them Thy truth and love,
For love was truly what led him,
And love has called him above.
"And the sea shall give up its dead"
This promise true to us is given,
Father, though thy heart be rlven
Your gallant boy is safe in heaven.
He is not dead, but risen"
Weep not, mother, for tbs said
Though his body now be dead.
His spirit lives and always will
In human form and noble still
7. S. H.
Savannah, Ga, September. 1898