Classic Poem

Like a strong soul it stands, while, wildly foaming,
The billows dash around,
Till on the sandy beach they break majestic,
With loud and solemn sound.

Well for Columbia's bird may others name it,
Whose eyrie is on high:
For me it is the emblem of a spirit
Strengthened to do or die.

And, as I gaze upon the glowing canvas,
Mine heart exults to know
Such types of Nature's grand and solemn lessons
The artist oft may show.

For he who paints the sunset's glowing amber
Or gorgeous crimson hue,
To lift the heart towards the Celestial City,
Its radiance to show, —

He preaches well as he who from the pulpit
Proclaims salvation free.
God's altars need such ministers; for Nature
Speaketh, O Christ! of thee.

Now, by sweet contrast, scenes like this before me
Tell of that home so blest,
When hushed to peace, as waves of Galilee,
No wave shall rear its crest.

And that strong soul, that, like a rock unshaken,
Upon the storms looked down,
Calm amid raging billows of affliction,
Shall wear a conqueror's crown.

God whom I serve! I thank thee for the lesson
The artist here hath given:
Help me to heed it amid earth's commotions,
Till I find rest in heaven.