- When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean,
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
’Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion,
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. - Far, far beneath, the noise of tempest dieth,
And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe’er it flieth,
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. - So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest,
There is a temple, sacred evermore,
And all the babble of life’s angry voices
Dies in hushed silence at its peaceful door. - Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,
And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe’er it flieth,
Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee.
Monday 25 July 2016
When Winds Are Raging | Harriet B. Stowe
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