Lydia Sigourney

“ But he who fain would know how warm
The soul's appeal to God may be,
From friends and native land should turn,
A wanderer on tile faithless sea;—
Should hear its deep, imploring tone
Rise heavenward o'er the foaming surge,
When billows toss the fragile bark,
And fearful blasts the conflict urge.
Naught, naught appears but sea and sky;
No refuge where the foot may flee:
How will he cast, O Rock divine,
The anchor of his soul on thee!
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”