After great storms the calm returns, And pleasanter it is thereby; Fortune likewise that often turns Hath made me now the most happy. The Heaven that pitied my distress, My just desire, and my cry, Hath made my languor to cesse, And me also the most happy. Whereto despaired ye, my friends? My trust alway in her did lie That knoweth what my thought intends: Whereby I live the most happy. Lo, what can take hope from that heart That is assured steadfastly? Hope therefore ye that live in smart, Whereby I am the most happy. And I that have felt of your pain Shall pray to God continually To make your hope your health retain, And me also the most happy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEASONS: A HYMN by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) THE BLACK FOREST ACOST by KATHRYN BLOOM NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 22 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE SUN HAS SET by EMILY JANE BRONTE SAINT PHILIP NERI AND THE YOUTH by JOHN BYROM THE LITTLE GHOST by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS ON A CATARACT; FROM A CAVERN NEAR THE SUMMIT OF A MOUNTAIN PRECIPICE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |