After Many Days

Calm seas upon whose placid breast My barque one day shall anchored lie, Beyond this season's keen unrest, Beneath a softened evening sky!

I shall not in those hours of peace Recount the storms that strike me now; For me the struggle sore shall cease, And Trust stand at my vessel's prow!

The shipwreck and the storm no more May toss me 'neath its stern decree; But anchored within sight of shore A perfect rest shall welcome me!

I shall not count the tears that flow These weary hours, these restless days; For then my keener sight shall know The hidden meaning of His ways!

And thus I look beyond the storm, Beyond the clouds that now appear; Knowing the ills that take such form Shall flee before the evening clear!

Calm seas upon whose placid breast My barque one day shall anchored lie, My soul may not possess thy rest Until the evening draweth nigh!