THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.

*T’ was hard to tell what swam or flew,
Such rapid transit all things knew;

Some tumbling, tail first, on their way,
More upside down passed through the spray,
While shining scales and feathers long

Were yielding to the gale so strong.

 

Thus talk went :
on with
ready tongue,

As still the
Brownies stuck
and clung.
Ofttimes in
close embrace
well locked ~
Across the raft
they reeled

   

and rocked
Beneath the
_ overwhelming

   

ills

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stroke
Of crested
waves that
on them broke.
Ofttimes some
demon of the sea
High in the air
would lifted be,

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