Mark vi. 47-51. <br /> <br />Fear was within the tossing bark, <br />When stormy winds grew loud; <br />And waves came rolling high and dark, <br />And the tall mast was bowed. <br /> <br />And men stood breathless in their dread, <br />And baffled in their skill; <br />But One was there, who rose and said <br />To the wild sea, 'Be still!' <br /> <br />And the wind ceased - it ceased - that word <br />Pass'd through the gloomy sky; <br />The troubled billows knew their Lord, <br />And sank beneath His eye. <br /> <br />And silence settled on the deep, <br />And silence on the blast, <br />As when the righteous falls asleep, <br />When death's fierce throes are past. <br /> <br />Thou that didst rule the angry hour, <br />And tame the tempest's mood, <br />Oh! send Thy Spirit forth in power, <br />O'er our dark souls to brood! <br /> <br />Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, <br />Thy mandates to fulfil - <br />So speak to passion's raging tide, <br />Speak, and say, 'Peace, be still!'<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-storm-93/
