Classic Poem

If my bark be strong,
If my anchor sure,
Then let billow upon billow beat;
Am I not secure?
On the dreariest, wildest sea,
What are winds to me?

Up between the stars
Spreads night's tranquil blue:
Not one ruffle, not one wrinkle there
Blots the changeless hue.
Storms of earth for earth are given;
But they reach not heaven!

To that heaven I go,
To that starland bright,
Where the sea is ever smooth and fair,
And the sky all bright;
Never heavy, pale, or dull; —
Starland beautiful!

Therefore am I calm;
Peace and love within.
That dear light that on me gently falls
Casts out fear and sin.
As my home above is, so
Am I now below.