Should howling winds of jealousy or hate
rake the fragile craft of mortal sense,
or in some dreadful hour towering waves
of fear threaten to swamp sailor and ship,
turn, oh, turn your fascinated gaze
from storm's display! Remember our Lord, at peace
upon faith's pillow, sleeping. Consider then
the Master's lesson to the mariners:
no sermon preached nor wry psychology,
but clear proof the Principle of man
gives to us dominion over storms
within, without. Let tides of Love reverse
the angry tides of sense and you will see
no circumstance can overwhelm the Christ-idea.
