Classic Poem

After great storms the calm returns,
And pleasanter it is thereby;
Fortune likewise that often turns
Hath made me now the most happy.

The Heaven that pitied my distress,
My just desire, and my cry,
Hath made my languor to cesse,
And me also the most happy.

Whereto despairèd ye, my friends?
My trust alway in her did lie
That knoweth what my thought intends:
Whereby I live the most happy.

Lo, what can take hope from that heart
That is assurèd steadfastly?
Hope therefore ye that live in smart,
Whereby I am the most happy.

And I that have felt of your pain
Shall pray to God continually
To make your hope your health retain,
And me also the most happy.