Littell's Living Age/Volume 173/Issue 2236/Peace

by A. G. B.

Winds and wild waves in headlong huge commotion
     Scud, dark with tempest, o’er the Atlantic’s breast;
While underneath, few fathoms deep in ocean,
               Lie peace, and rest.

Storms in mid-air, the rack before them sweeping,
     Hurry, and hiss, like furies hate-possessed;
While over all white cloudlets pure are sleeping
               In peace, in rest.

Heart, O wild heart! why in the storm-world ranging
     Flit’st thou thus midway, passion’s slave and jest,
When all so near above, below, unchanging,
               Are heaven, and rest?