Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 99 4 Fairly Easy My heart is like a ship that finds no rest, Tossed here and there upon the stormy breast Of loves of many hearts too oft conferred. Thy love is like the harbour, safe and still, Into whose calm that ship may glide at will, Under the slope of God's Eternal Will. So near the perfect peace that knows no word; Yet with an empty, white emotion stirred, It folds its wings like some contented bird. At rest, and yet not _anchored_; and some day Out of the restful peace of this calm bay The winds of Fate will drift it far away. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
My heart is like a ship that finds no rest, Tossed here and there upon the stormy breast Of loves of many hearts too oft conferred.
Thy love is like the harbour, safe and still, Into whose calm that ship may glide at will, Under the slope of God's Eternal Will.
So near the perfect peace that knows no word; Yet with an empty, white emotion stirred, It folds its wings like some contented bird.
At rest, and yet not _anchored_; and some day Out of the restful peace of this calm bay The winds of Fate will drift it far away.
