Despair not; relent not, like the lofty reeds on a Bay Shore bending <br />In low sandy fields by the rough foaming sea, <br />Swaying and praying in harsh shrieking wind without a cease; <br />Without safty; no shelter or foreseen ending <br /> <br />Like those hard swaying reeds in storm and night tempest <br />Who all with the season are rising again <br />So would you, unbroken, unshaken come to rest <br />And rise from dire pain; <br /> <br />So would you, calm and soft <br />On the day long, on the night long, <br />You change your sorrow in aught <br />Into glee and into song. <br /> <br /> <br /> Copy rights 2010 <br /> All rights reerved<br /><br />Nero CaroZiv<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/despair-not/
