Along the rock-bound shore the sunshine crept;
Our little boat upon the summer sea
Rocked lightly, and a merry crew were we.
Yet eyes were there which bitter tears had wept,
And hearts were there that lonely secrets kept,
Even as on the reefs lay winter wrecks
Of riven masts and ruined quarter-decks,
While in the sunny sea the dead men slept;
And tears will fall again, and storms will break,
Hearts will beat low, and faces will grow pale;
And yet new dawns will blush, and sea-birds wake.
Our God was with our gladness. Come what may,
Nothing can rob us of a perfect day,
Nor of the faith that such days shall not fail.
From: http://gerald-massey.org.uk/fyvie-mayo/b_poems.htm
Date: 1886
By: Isabella Fyvie Mayo (1843-1914)
From Troubles of The World 
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