INLAND WAVES

A heaving sea life seems to me,
Its passions, surging waves.
Each soul embarks upon that sea
And each the billows braves.
Ambition's wave o'ertops the rest,
But when the storm-clouds form,
Is first to feel upon its breast
The fury of the storm.
Hope's waves at first in ripples flow,
But as they onward glide,
To billows swell, then larger grow,
Advancing side by side.
Each bark is frail, its strength is small
To cope with waves so vast,
Yet one great Guide can pilot all
And harbor them at last.