Our Chart.Now softly rippling to a summer wind, Now plowed by gales and tossing stormily, With rocks before and gulfing waves behind, And sails all torn and flapping uselessly. But whether on the ever-changing sea Sweet summer sheds it calm or winter wails: Whether in safe, still harbors we may be, Or driven onward by relentless gales, Or close by battling crags creep cautiously___ We have a chart to guide us on through all! Past treacherous quicksands___past the breakers' roar___ Past rocky capes, where storms forever fall, Through narrow passes, where rocks huge and hoar, Lock out the sunlight with a frowning wall. Our guide to safety and an open sea, Where any winds shall wrangle nevermore___ tf we but heed its reckonings carefully___ The sea without a storm, without a shore; A calm and peaceful deep___Eternity! __Ellen P. Allerton. |
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
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