Classic Poem

JESUS CALMS THE TEMPEST .

The roaring tumult of the billow'd sea
Awakes him not; high on the crested surge
Now heaved, his locks flow streaming in the gale;
And now descending 'tween the sheltering waves,
The falling tresses veil the face divine:
Meek through that veil a momentary gleam,
Benignant, shines; he dreams thaThe beholds
The opening eyes, that long hopeless had roll'd
In darkness, look around bedimm'd with tears
Of joy; but, suddenly, the voice of fear
Dispell'd the happy vision. Awful he rose,
Rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,
" Peace, be thou still!" and straight there was a calm.
With terror-mingled gladness in their looks,
The mariners exclaim, " What man is this,
That even the wind and sea obey his voice!"