| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | In a Gale | | By Cecily Fryer |
| | | IF he I love were on the sea, | |
| My God, how I would pray to Thee! | |
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| And now I know that I should pray, | |
| With urgent tears, to Thee on high, | |
| That Thou would’st call Thy storm away | 5 |
| Lest other women’s loved ones die; | |
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| And on my knees should supplicate | |
| With all the strength that in me lies: | |
| (For other women watch and wait | |
| With anguish written in their eyes.) | 10 |
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| Lord, show them pity evermore! | |
| But I can neither weep nor pray, | |
| For oh, my dear is safe ashore, | |
| And I go singing all the day. | | | | |
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