Classic Poem

See my love, yon angry deep,
Hear its wild tumultuous roar,
Think the storm with furious sweep,
Drives the billows to the shore.

On its agitated breast
Mark yon vessel widely tost,
And the mariner distrest
'Midst the whelming ruin lost.

Such the storms distracting power,
Fate prepares for wretched love;
O'er our heads such tempests lower,
Doom'd distress and fear to prove.

Ah behold! What sudden peace!
View the calm which reigns at last,
How the winds their contest cease!
Hushed is every ruder blast.

The opening clouds begin to fly,
The sun shines forth with cheering ray;
The watery mirror of the sky,
Is brighten'd in the smiling day.

So, my Love, the heav'ns for us,
Shall assume a kinder form,
Our distress shall vanish thus,
Thus, shall fly the cruel storm.

Bright the day for us shall shine,
Gloomy doubt shall disappear,
Peace shall to our pray'rs incline,
Fled our sorrow, care, and fear.