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...THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WHITE EAGLE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SNOW-CAPPED MOUNTAIN by HILDA CONKLING MOTTO ON THE KING'S CLOCK by WILLIAM COWPER POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 19. MASTER WILLIAM; OR, LAD'S LOVE by GEORGE CRABBE |