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)