Page:The Overland Monthly, Jan-June 1894.djvu/179

1894.] The angel Peace has spread her wings And made her dwelling here.

when December sweeps her breath, And in these winter days, When Nature stands all bare and shows Dead foliage through the haze,



'Tis then the noble river wakes, The god of storms to greet, And rushing downward, boils below The dull lead clouds and sleet.

Her angry, yellow-crested flood That roars two States between, High-foamed and vengeance-breathing comes, A noble water queen; And blinding spray, and hiss, and roar, And storm-tossed hills of water, Proclaim her lineage to all, Old Ocean's royal daughter.

She meets her father at her gates With grim and fierce delight, His green, salt kiss her forehead greets, The wild gulls shriek in fright;