Poems (Baldwyn)/Hope (Now on the stormy waves)

by Augusta Baldwyn

HOPE.

  Now on the stormy waves The quiet sun-beams pour their golden light.   What though the wild wind raves? The troubl'd waters now to me are bright.

  Thus far, my storm is past, As sweetest hope its fairest rays bestows:   May the refulgence last Till the dark waters tranquilly repose!