AFTER THE STORM.

Patience! for the strife is o’er; Weary wave and dying blast Beat and moan around the shore; Peace must come at last. Lo! the seagull’s silver wing Flashes in the sunset gold; Wait, another morn shall bring Gladness, as of old. Sunlight on the yellow strand, Shadows lying still and clear, Pearly fringes on the sand; Murmurs, sweet to hear. Storms of life must have their way Ere these changeful years may cease; Foam and tempest for to-day, And to-morrow—peace. Never till the fight is won, And the bitter draught is drained— Never till the storm is done Shall thy rest be gained. Waves and winds fulfil His word; Thou, like them, shalt do His will, Waiting till His voice is heard Saying, “Peace, be still.”