 | The poetical works of Robert Herrick |  |
The goodnesse of his God.
When Winds and Seas do rage,
And threaten to undo me,
Thou dost their wrath asswage
If I but call unto Thee.
And threaten to undo me,
Thou dost their wrath asswage
If I but call unto Thee.
A mighty storm last night
Did seek my soule to swallow,
But by the peep of light
A gentle calme did follow.
Did seek my soule to swallow,
But by the peep of light
A gentle calme did follow.
What need I then despaire,
Though ills stand round about me;
Since mischiefs neither dare
To bark, or bite, without Thee?
Though ills stand round about me;
Since mischiefs neither dare
To bark, or bite, without Thee?
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