My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine, And on the helm there rests a hand Other than mine. One who has known in storms to sail I have on board; Above the raging of the gale I hear my Lord. He holds me with the billows' might— I shall not fall: If sharp, 'tis short; if long, 'tis light; He tempers all. Safe to the land—safe to the land, The end is this; And then with him go hand in hand Far into bliss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE IMAGES: 3 by RICHARD ALDINGTON |