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 MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON OLD IRONSIDES by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |