AFTER THE STORM.
BySARAH DOUDNEY.
Patience! for the strife is o’er;Weary wave and dying blastBeat and moan around the shore;Peace must come at last.Lo! the seagull’s silver wingFlashes in the sunset gold;Wait, another morn shall bringGladness, as of old.Sunlight on the yellow strand,Shadows lying still and clear,Pearly fringes on the sand;Murmurs, sweet to hear.Storms of life must have their wayEre these changeful years may cease;Foam and tempest for to-day,And to-morrow—peace.Never till the fight is won,And the bitter draught is drained—Never till the storm is doneShall thy rest be gained.Waves and winds fulfil His word;Thou, like them, shalt do His will,Waiting till His voice is heardSaying, “Peace, be still.”
Patience! for the strife is o’er;Weary wave and dying blastBeat and moan around the shore;Peace must come at last.Lo! the seagull’s silver wingFlashes in the sunset gold;Wait, another morn shall bringGladness, as of old.Sunlight on the yellow strand,Shadows lying still and clear,Pearly fringes on the sand;Murmurs, sweet to hear.Storms of life must have their wayEre these changeful years may cease;Foam and tempest for to-day,And to-morrow—peace.Never till the fight is won,And the bitter draught is drained—Never till the storm is doneShall thy rest be gained.Waves and winds fulfil His word;Thou, like them, shalt do His will,Waiting till His voice is heardSaying, “Peace, be still.”
Patience! for the strife is o’er;Weary wave and dying blastBeat and moan around the shore;Peace must come at last.
Patience! for the strife is o’er;
Weary wave and dying blast
Beat and moan around the shore;
Peace must come at last.
Lo! the seagull’s silver wingFlashes in the sunset gold;Wait, another morn shall bringGladness, as of old.
Lo! the seagull’s silver wing
Flashes in the sunset gold;
Wait, another morn shall bring
Gladness, as of old.
Sunlight on the yellow strand,Shadows lying still and clear,Pearly fringes on the sand;Murmurs, sweet to hear.
Sunlight on the yellow strand,
Shadows lying still and clear,
Pearly fringes on the sand;
Murmurs, sweet to hear.
Storms of life must have their wayEre these changeful years may cease;Foam and tempest for to-day,And to-morrow—peace.
Storms of life must have their way
Ere these changeful years may cease;
Foam and tempest for to-day,
And to-morrow—peace.
Never till the fight is won,And the bitter draught is drained—Never till the storm is doneShall thy rest be gained.
Never till the fight is won,
And the bitter draught is drained—
Never till the storm is done
Shall thy rest be gained.
Waves and winds fulfil His word;Thou, like them, shalt do His will,Waiting till His voice is heardSaying, “Peace, be still.”
Waves and winds fulfil His word;
Thou, like them, shalt do His will,
Waiting till His voice is heard
Saying, “Peace, be still.”
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