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At eventide it seemed a storm would break,

And gulls were hastening homeward toward the lake.

High in the heaven against the cobalt blue

That rimmed the horizon 'round, these wanderers flew.

The storm was brewing in the North and East;

The upper clouds churned angrily like yeast;

But northward sped the gulls, with rhythmic sweep

Rising and dipping. With what skill they keep

Unerring course against the boist'rous wind;

Their graceful undulations to the mind

Bring thoughts of music, as the rolling deep,

But noiseless as an anthem heard in sleep.

Ere lost to view beyond the range of sight,

The group are flooded by a beam of light,

And in the distant blue, one snow-white breast

Stands forth distinctly, clearer than the rest.

And fancy pictures to my mind the thought;

This is a mortal soul the three have sought

And now are guiding to the far home shore,

Beyond the storm filled clouds, the tempest's roar.

And with the thought my soul is comforted;

Removed all sense of loneliness and dread;

Good friends will greet the hour of my release;

Somewhere, beyond the clouds, I shall find peace.