Classic Poem

Day dawns again, with wondering gaze they see
The stormy petrels skim the waves' rough crests,
Or, lighting in the hollows of the sea,
Securely sit as on their shore-built nests.
And shall not He, who doth for these provide,
Without a shelter and without a home,
His children keep, and guard whate'er betide,
Whate'er their straits, or wheresoe'er they roam?
Such thoughts sustain; — for oft, by humble means,
The Lord instructs the lowly, trusting mind;
Who on his arm alone for safety leans,
Shall, in his Word and works, direction find;
Whether on land, or sea, afar they rove,
His guardian care and love alike, they prove.