God be thank'd that storms blow over, <br />God be praised that faith endures! <br />Nature, universal lover, <br />Ever works such timely cures; <br />Wolf-like fears may still be howling, <br />But they come not near us oft <br />If we scare them in their prowling <br />By the torch of hope aloft! <br /> <br />Oh the many dreads and troubles <br />Wisdom shows us,-- only shows; <br />To the brim the cauldron bubbles <br />But it seldom overflows; <br />To correct us and to try us <br />Brood the black tempestuous skies, <br />Both those terrors come not nigh us <br />If they find, or make us -- wise. <br /> <br />He, that is the Source and Sender, <br />Knows how trouble chastens still; <br />But Himself is our defender <br />When that trouble works for ill: <br />Thus, our faith may trust Him blindly <br />Should He send us help or grief, <br />For His Sovereignty deals kindly <br />Both in trial and relief!<br /><br />Martin Farquhar Tupper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-consolation-2/
