THOUGH raging stormes movis us to shake, And wind makis waters overflow; We yield thereto bot dois not break And in the calm bent up we grow. So baneist men, though princes rage, And prisoners, be not despairit. Abide the calm, whill that it 'suage, For time sic causis has repairit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |