THROUGH THE STORM.
I HEARD a voice, a tender voice soft falling
Through the storm;
The waves were high, the bitter winds were calling,
Yet breathing warm
Of skies serene, of sunny uplands lying
In peace beyond;
This tender voice, unto my voice replying,
Made answer fond.
Sometimes indeed like clash of armies meeting
Arose the gale,
But over all, that sweet voice kept repeating,
"I shall not fail."
