That ocean you have late surveyed, <br />Those rocks I too have seen; <br />But I, afflicted and dismayed, <br />You tranquil and serene. <br /> <br />You from the flood-controlling steep <br />Saw stretched before your view, <br />With conscious joy, the threatening deep, <br />No longer such to you. <br /> <br />To me, the waves that ceaseless broke <br />Upon the dangerous coast, <br />Hoarsely and ominously spoke <br />Of all my treasure lost. <br /> <br />Your sea of troubles you have past, <br />And found the peaceful shore; <br />I, tempest-tost, and wrecked at last, <br />Come home to port no more.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-rev-mr-newton-on-his-return-from-ramsgate/
