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...A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER SONG BY JULIUS ANGORA by EMILY JANE BRONTE MATTERHORN QUESTS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |