Bell’s papa was so strong and wise she never dreamed

Of danger when he held her; even in the gale,

When the brave captain said, “We’re lost; there is no hope,”

And through the storm and darkness rose a fearful wail.

She nestled closer in his arms, “Mamma, don’t cry!

Papa can take us home all safe to Baby Will.”

“My darling, only One,” her father made reply,

“Can say to winds and storm-tossed ocean, ‘Peace! be still.’”

Safe in her own dear home she knelt, our happy Bell,